J.W. Burleson photo / Boquillas del Carmen, Coah.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

The Rambler, the Sommelier and You


A poem from Bruce Willard, referencing Rambler's legendary folding front seat.





The Rambler, the Sommelier and You


This is where we parked in the rain.
This is where we turned
off the Rambler’s vacuum wipers
and slotted open the windows
                         to hear the insects of summer.
                 
This is where we folded down the seats
to hear the storm of adolescence.
Afterwards, the Rambler’s roof was a sky of stars -                                                                                                                          
enough for both of us
although I knew nothing of  yours,
or you of mine.
I did not know your favorite color or smell.
                 
But I was a sommelier
                        just out of school with a new key
                        and a stash of Mateus, Catawba and Apple Wine
                        and you were taken by the list
of choices, tasting each
with non-committal patience
                         and I fumbled with the hardware of my youth.
                 
                  

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