monday poem #298: Wendy Scher, "Advice for My Nephew on Getting his Driver’s Permit"
Hat tip to 
kass for pointing me to this poem and the Rise Up Review website.
Advice for My Nephew on Getting his Driver’s Permit
Set your hands at 10 and 2
Grandpa once said to me, your mother,
your cousins, and he’ll say to you.
He’ll tell you to buckle up, adjust your
seat, your mirrors, and the one-second rule
for estimating the distance between
you and the car in front of you.
Then round and round you’ll cruise an empty
parking lot with Grandpa braced
between the dash and seat, smiling.
But he is a white man and may neglect to add:
Keep your palms flat against the wheel
when the police stop you for a broken light,
and never reach for your wallet.
- Wendy Scher
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kass for pointing me to this poem and the Rise Up Review website.
Advice for My Nephew on Getting his Driver’s Permit
Set your hands at 10 and 2
Grandpa once said to me, your mother,
your cousins, and he’ll say to you.
He’ll tell you to buckle up, adjust your
seat, your mirrors, and the one-second rule
for estimating the distance between
you and the car in front of you.
Then round and round you’ll cruise an empty
parking lot with Grandpa braced
between the dash and seat, smiling.
But he is a white man and may neglect to add:
Keep your palms flat against the wheel
when the police stop you for a broken light,
and never reach for your wallet.
- Wendy Scher
Originally posted at Dreamwidth || Read
comments on Dreamwidth