Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Driving a cardboard automobile without a license
Driving a cardboard automobile without a license
at the turn of the century
my father ran into my mother
on a fun-ride at Coney Island
having spied each other eating
in a French boardinghouse nearby
And having decided right there and then
that she was right for him entirely
he followed her into
the playland of that evening
where the headlong meeting
of their ephemeral flesh on wheels
hurtled them forever together
And I now in the back seat
of their eternity
reaching out to embrace them
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Ah yes-to remember days gone past of sweet childhood memories met with fondness of the heart.
Great poem Sir word of the light.
God bless all poets-MJG.