One With Others [I take one more drive across town thinking] Poem by Carolyn D. Wright

I take one more drive across town thinking about the retired welding

teacher easing over that rise seeing the parking lot full of white men. I wonder

if he thought he would die in the jungle [where no Vietcong ever called him

[N-word] ] or he would die in front of the bowling alley [without ever having

been inside] or die in the swimming pool [without ever having been in it, except

when drained, and the police had him in their sights]. Or if, because he was a

young man, he would never die. I attach V to my driving-around thoughts.

An object unworthy of love she thought she was.

It was a cri de coeur.