EDENBRAY in EXILE – 13 – the long drive

‘Edenbray in Exile’

A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays

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‘Pietri, I say Pietri you are the sweetest boy a’ the three’

He mumbled something inaudible in return

He was sure, stripped to the waist and sweating

The sun scratching at him, a muzzled curr on heat

Black scars to his bronze back say a lot more than his drawl

‘Misters Paul and Danno I ain’t got no more energy in ma’ tank’

He gripped the oily wrench and pushed down hard

Breaking the seal and finishing with a toss of greasy, black hair

‘It sure is hot ma’ boy you deserves a cool, long drink’

A skunk lizard scrambled across the yard and the sky hung holy

As a bhoy I had eaten one of tham damn thangs, cooked on grass and stones

All I could think of today was bloody steak, red an’ like a woman’s hole 

‘You be okay now Misters, I’ll write you a ticket.’

I handed the boy a twenty and told him not to trouble

‘You just tell that mean bastard I called in for gas that’s all!’

‘Cos you know that it’s more than juss’ lizards are watching us speak’

The boy wiped his hands on a raw cloth hanging from his grey overalls 

He had the sweetest face I thought, ripe and sallow like a Coachela Valley date

It glistened strong and thoughtful as he accepted another note for the gas 

He retreated to the shade of the wooden outhouse to fetch change

I heard the cry of a red-shouldered hawk shoot across the flat lands

Which sends ice down my cerebral nerve, arrests me, waking my soul

Once heard a bluejay mimic that same sound but he was juss’ too ornery

The boy had returned and he took time returning my fourteen cents

I always knew I had spent too much damn money keeping that ve-hikle perky

We drove that road with that birds call cooler than a minty mohito stretched on ice

T’was the only cold thing about that day I returned to Bakersfield County

Parked up my night-green Lincoln in the lane that led to our father’s house





#Authors Note ~ This is yet another opening salvo selected from either a Short Story, a Chapter in a Novel, or an Essay, you choose …. When I was at school we were taught to write essays – with 3 paragraphs including an Introduction, the Heart of your story and a Conclusion… 

This piece is more of a Poetic Essay – where timing and tenor are important. I sometimes wonder if children today even know what a Poem is but that sounds like I am too old to care – Thanks for reading again today:                                                                 edenbraytoday

About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details and join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or comment for my ego and encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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