Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The Little Road Over the Dam

I don't know if it's still like this, but it used to be you could drive over the top of the dam on Baker Lake. I don't usually write about being a kid, but I got this idea after reading the following prompt in In the Palm of Your Hand by Steve Kowit: "Recall something that happened many years ago near a body of water."

Baker Lake

Dad takes the narrow road
over the top of the dam.
In the back seat, we study the lake

like cats regard what’s behind
a shower curtain. We hear
each pebble under the tires

of the Malibu, watch
waves lap the dam, through
the residue of window decals

Dad tried to remove.

5 comments:

PonyBoy Press said...

Oh, I like this very much!

charline said...

This is wonderful, Amanda! I love your little poems, but then you do something a bit longer and more detailed and I think, "Wow. She's really good."
charline

mags said...

How six degrees of separation! My ex's former teacher was Steve Kowit :)

love the poem, as well :>

you're my favorite poet ever.

Amanda said...

Thanks for all the nice comments, everybody. :)

I like Steve Kowit's book--he has a very friendly attitude, and I bet he's fun as a teacher. I wondered if you might have known him since he's based in CA.

Kathy said...

Nice one. I was looking through old letters and I found a postcard with one of your poems on it! On the back, you asked me to drop an email but I never did. Thanks for the tiny chapbooks, I still have one pinned to my living room wall ^_^

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