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07/17/11
Sunday Drive, on Saturday
This Saturday, Alton, Elsah, Grafton beckon our reckless spirits To unleash the freedom-seeking letting-go emotions Both of us have kept in check all week, For pursuing routine's necessary chore-moored forays. Speeding along the serpentining stretch of highway Known as the Great River Road, Which hugs the undulating banks of the boat-busy Mississippi, Just miles above the spot Laclede and Chouteau chose To beach their boats, for the winter of 1764.
You press, torque, finesse our silver Corvette Into the smooth, sensual contours of the parkway, As if to connect us with the river's body, its heartbeat, Let its throbbing blood flow through our soulstreams, So that, one with its tumultuous pulse, We might derive the sexual ecstasy that driving provides, Whenever, on a whim, we decide to go for a ride, Just because denying ourselves such primal delights Would be an offense against the idea of inviting freedom along.
07/17/11
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