The Long Drive

Coconut peach ice cream

for my little girl

who was never born

and regards from mommy

in her happy place

Death drives a pink Corvair 63

and the clouds were blue that day

and the wind blew itself away

Daddy buys you ice cream

between each scream

yet you never were

anywhere but in this poem

sometimes if you pray for the apocalypse

your prayers are answered

coconut peach ice cream

for my little girl

there is no such flavor

Life drives a hearse

and the clouds are black today

and the wind blew your name away...