Wheels
By Levi Romero
how can I tell you
baby, oh honey, you'll
never know the ride
the ride of a lowered chevy
slithering through the
blue dotted night along
Riverside Drive Española
poetry rides the wings
of a ’59 Impala
yes, it does
and it points
chrome antennae towards
’Burque stations rocking
oldies Van Morrison
brown eyed girls
Creedence and a
bad moon rising
over Chimayo
and I guess
it also rides
on muddy Subarus
tuned into new-age radio
on the frigid road
to Taos on weekend
ski trips
yes, baby
you and I are two
kinds of wheels
on the same road
listen, listen
to the lonesome humming
of the tracks we leave
behind
Copyright Credit: Levi Romero, "Wheels" from In the Gathering of Silence. Copyright © 1996 by Levi Romero. Reprinted by permission of West End Press.