Vision Test (Day 6 Bonus Poem)

Tell me when you can read that sign
my Drivers’ Ed teacher instructed
sitting patiently in the passenger seat.
The three other students riding
powerless in the sedan’s rear
quieted to observe this
suddenly vital experiment.
We approached the sign at 45 mph
and when the yellow-orange blur
offered up its black letters
I read them
leaning over the wheel
but before I enunciated the P
we were in it
then airborne
for a few exhilarating feet
followed by a hard landing
where heads hit the ceiling.
The faces in the rear view
were wide-eyed and pale.
There’s a restaurant
the instructor said
about a quarter mile ahead. I
think it’s time we switched drivers.


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