I live in the Hudson Valley with my husband, musician and composer, Tom Miller. I'm happily retired from teaching Special Education, and spend my days doing what I love: writing, quilting and gardening. My debut poetry collection, No Passing Zone, was published in December, 2012 by Deerbrook Editions. Recently, my poems have appeared in OxMag, Evening Street Review and the e-zine, www.thefuriousgazelle.com. For more information please visit my website: www.donnareis.com.
It’s not our parting I grieve, it’s that you’re the only one
who remembers my last summer of innocence, of dumb
omnipotence, my body unmarred. Nixon’s wiretaps were
still under wraps. The Vietnam war limped hopelessly
for another year. You’re the only one who remembers
how we drove backroads carefree for hours in your blue
Duster swaying to Janis and Big Brother. I loved how you
hugged the curves, steering one-handed. You liked
how I knew every car-make by its grill and headlights,
even in the dark. How I beamed when you praised
I’d make a good car mechanic’s wife.
I was never able to tell you how three months after
our last date, grills and headlights took on a different
meaning when I was struck hitchhiking by a hit and run
driver. Months later, finally conscious and able to write,
I wrote telling you what happened.
The letter was returned, and the postal clerk
who answered my call lamented, Oh Honey, I’m so sorry,
we had a fire a while back, and lost all our forwarding addresses.
©2017 Donna Reis
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