Carpool

CARPOOL

The summer's ended now. It rained all week. 

We drove up Main Street to a cloudy sky-

line, two in front and two in back, all dry

in Odette's ark we braved the flood sans leak.

The street kept rising towards the overcast

autumnal grey horizon to the south.

The windscreen fogged, the dashboard fan's conked out.

That's how it goes. These old machines don't last.

We're dining on Odette's whim. So to speak.

Her fridge was bare, Barrie's was on a fast,

while ours was starved of staples and felt weak-

all three in the same boat, till she dropped by. 

That carpool fuelled by hunger was no doubt

what having friends indeed is all about. 

Aidan Meehan, Vancouver BC,  2010.09.09, 07:00