His 55 Chevy Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

With my head out the window,
for a few seconds of time still
etched in my memory as those
four wheels turned swifter,
thrusting us forward, faster
than the hoofs of an antelope
fleeing for its life
from the pursuit of a charging Bengal.
My hair was pressed back as
I felt the wind whistling
around my ear. My eyes strained
to stay open... so I closed them
and savored every second
of the moment that this moment
reminded me of like when my
brother drove, and I enjoyed
the invigorating burst of speed
from his 55 Chevy.


Written by Loyd C Taylor, sr
June 2014