Driving

Craig Cotter

Craig Cotter

Craig Cotter was born in 1960 in New York and has lived in California since 1986. His poems have California Quarterly, Chiron Review, Columbia Poetry Review, Court Green, Gay & Lesbian Review, Great Lakes Review, Hawai’i Review, & Tampa Review. His fourth book of poems, After Lunch with Frank O’Hara, is currently available on Amazon. www.craigcotter.com

Driving


I was driving
he sat in the passenger seat

I could feel his leg and smell him.

I liked a boy who was silent most of the time.

My Honda lost in a parking lot

we were driving
my remote out the window

trying to make it beep.

I was OK being lost

as it was more time with Alex.

I knew when we found my car
he'd be gone

and I'd be awake.

So we walked and drove around places
we hadn't been,

at one stage a parking lot
full of people

lighting fireworks.

Walked through stores and towns
that never existed.

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At 19
I drove fast—

except driving Rose home on Sunday nights
speed limit 65

I'd drive 48 or 52
holding her hand

back to Geneva.

*

With Alex this morning
27 years after our fifth summer

in Western New York

a dream with your smell, presence, silence.

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