His Wheels

[Mark A Becker]

His Wheels


My father drives a white Tesla.
I know because I saw it
in a dream–

I had to sign for it
before he could drive away
across a frosted sea of glass. great image

That must be what they’re giving out
these days
instead of wings. perfect ending

well, Duke, ya done 'im proud.
This is a poignant, yet subtle piece; understated.
The build up to the final stanza works very well.

I wish your father a smooth ride driving along that heavenly highway.
... Mark