Poem Of Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The poem Of Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Driving a cardboard automobile without a license
at the turn of the century
my father ran into my mother
on a fun-ride at Coney Island
having spied each other eating
in a French boardinghouse nearby
And having decided right there and then
that she was right for him entirely
he followed her into
the playland of that evening
where the headlong meeting
of their ephemeral flesh on wheels,
hurtled them forever together,
And I now in the back seat,
of their eternity
reaching out to embrace them

Lawrence Ferlinghetti
from A Far Rockaway of the Heart

Poem Of Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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