His mouth opened and closed as the wind
flipped his ears about his head, opened and closed vigorously, barking into
the rushing wind a rebellious bark
hey Max thought that was you!!!
P
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From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of andrew burke
Sent: 06 October 2010 10:44
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Subject: Snap: On the Road
Driving in the fast flowing traffic - trucks, utes, semis, motorbikes,
sedans, hatchbacks, 4 wheel drives packed to the limit with holiday gear - I
slipped into the stream of a ute packed with plumbing gear, and a dark brown
Pointer strapped on a short lead near the cabin. Neil Young was plaintively
singing about *Cinnamon Girl* and *Southern Man*, and my wife beside me was
cursing the compiler of today's Cryptic Crossword. The dog ahead became my
entertaining focus as it stood up to look over the cabin, ears pushed back
by the 125kph wind, stood up there for some minutes then stood down and
faced over the side of the ute. His mouth opened and closed as the wind
flipped his ears about his head, opened and closed vigorously, barking into
the rushing wind a rebellious bark we couldn't hear in our small cocoon. I
rejoiced in his routine, standing up into the wind, then telling the world
his opinion of a day's journey like this. If we'd stuck our heads out the
window, our ears would have been pinned back too. For comfort's sake, I
could've done with a shake of the tail too but the bucket seat and seat belt
kept me safely pinned behind the wheel, steering down the highway, in the
slipstream of the plumber's ute and the spittle of a windblown Pointer.
"What'll we call him?" my wife asked when I drew her attention to him.
"Neal Cassady," I suggested. "A car thief with the uncanny knack of charming
strangers."
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
http://www.picaropress.com/
http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
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