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One Lane Life
by Lyle Berry (Age: 61)
copyright 09-14-2002


Age Rating: 18 to 127

 
Ohio State Route 2
double lane blacktop
winding to work.
Distant towers,
ugly behemoths
with winking lights -
like nightmare Christmas trees
in the ghost gray morn.
Headlamps illuminate the tarmac
and a restaurant sign
“Closed for Season.”
Camera pans to
Mind’s eye -
everyday couples
munching
the catch of the day
slurping
pricey Michigan Chablis
wiping tartar sauce
from each other’s lips
on linen napkins
smiling, touching…
together,
on a late summer’s eve.
Laughing…
I shall not.
Not in this one lane,
One Lane Life.

Another sign points “Marina – left.”
A Lincoln Navigator
hauling a Chriscraft
turns towards Lake Erie
for a final cruise
before the snows.
Camera pans to
Mind’s eye -
a day of leisure
with lofting gulls and azure waves
tipped with cool whip froth
- nose tickled with spray.
Fishing, quaffing iced beers
mustard coldcuts and chips
jokes and sea stories –
together,
in the early fall sun.
Laughing…
I shall not.
Not in this one lane,
One Lane Life.

The last sign snarls “CONTRACTORS.”
Careen left, dodging
life-threatening apathetic semis.
The towers loom closer now,
past the tiny guard shack
into the gravel parking lot -
a sea of steel and wheels
with tags from Mississippi, North Carolina
Tennessee, New York, Connecticut –
Michigan, Texas,
Washington, Arizona…
“Roadwhores” from everywhere -
in an overtime feeding frenzy
on yet another crippled nuke.
On the hoof now,
trudging round
the Jersey barrier rat maze
surrounded by link fence
soon to be topped by new
razor-edged spirals of concertina
courtesy of the paranoia
induced by Bin Laden
and his cowardly
kamikaze
assassins.
Camera pans to
Mind’s eye –
and yet another wistful dream.
Wife asleep beside me,
nude limbs akimbo.
Basking in her breath,
cuddling her heat closer,
I whisper my adoration
in her ear,
and thank God
I live at home.
Together,
on a cold winter’s morn.
Laughing…
I shall not,
not in this one lane,
One Lane Life.






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10-19-2002 Audrey Sullivan    

A great trip
i;m glad you wasent
on hwy 30
thats the killer.
a wonderful one.


10-01-2002 Cristina Lipp    

Interesting trip. I felt like I was riding along,and looking at the scenery as you describe it. I know you started out with Ohio State Route 2, but it felt like going back home to Indiana.


09-16-2002 Maralee Gerke    

This is a poem that hs good flow to it and just enough repitition in it to keep interest. I like all the imagery that you used.


09-15-2002 Dixie Kincaid    

I could just picture what you wrote,Nice. An whats surprising I could even keep up with tou. It was like you taking me to this place. Maybe because I did a lot of traveling in my younger years. Good job. DIXIE LEE


09-15-2002 William Robbins    

Great poem, Lyle. Loved the fast pace and quickness of the lines moving one from one image to another.


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