<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576053" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Drive Through</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My father drives on, the rising sun <br>Just forward of his blind spot, <br>Pale faced and downward beaming <br>ear to ear into the flats of salt, then arches. <br>We eat, break, fast, drink <br>beer, soda or soft <br>drinks and I hold his hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">America changes to wale skin <br>From dust, my father’s hand, shaking mine<br>On the stick of the transmission, the transition<br>To grey from a full head of dusty red<br>Sand ahead. The last hours on salt flats<br>Burn out, radio statics and I hold my breath.<br>The drive through, America <br>To new hues of deep blues seems too <br>See-through to be you <br>America.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Braden+Coucher">Braden Coucher</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576053" data-title="The Drive Through de Braden Coucher" data-description="My father drives on, the rising sun Just forward of his blind spot, Pale faced and downward beaming ear to ear into the flats of salt, then arches. We eat, break, fast, drink beer, soda or soft drinks and I hold his hand. America changes to..."></div> </div> </div>

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