Luck

Posted on January 31, 2010 by Dave Bonta
This entry is part 10 of 22 in the series Breakdown: The Banjo Poems

Saved by a banjo, she turned
into someone forever glancing
in the rear-view mirror,
someone given to sudden,
unpredictable spasms of laughter.
The amount of space
her arms now claimed with
their emphatic gesticulations
alarmed even herself:
how unladylike!
She stopped smoking & enrolled
in truck-driving school
because, she said, she didn’t
ever want to slow down.
She’d pull into rest areas
on the high plains, hold
the banjo in her lap & listen
to the non-stop wind.

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with one quadrillion of his closest microbial friends --- a tight-knit, symbiotic community comprising some 500 different species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa.
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4 Responses to Luck

  1. Beth Patterson says:
    January 31, 2010 at 11:42 am

    I know her! I like her! She makes me feel safe in the world!

  2. Bill says:
    February 10, 2010 at 6:14 pm

    I think this is terrific.

    • Dave says:
      February 10, 2010 at 10:38 pm

      Oh, thanks, Bill. Sad to say, I had already forgotten about the poor thing, and when I saw your comment, couldn’t remember having written a post titled “Luck.” Gads.