This entry is part 21 of 34 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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4 Replies to “Luck”

    1. 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.

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