Fishtails

About a drive in the snow

Snow falling in big white flakes
landing gentle as feathers 
burying the road faster 
than plows can clear

Three inches deep when the teenager
with his first car takes a quick turn
the back goes out, fishtails but he
gets it straight again

Heart beating with the thrill
such winter fun  
deliberate at the next turn
with less fear, faster and faster

Pushing it now into the wide turn
from Myrtle onto 12th 
catching the light in time 
as it changes from green to red

wipers swipe up and clear the view
tires lose their grip and can’t find more
too much this time as the car spins
crunching against the savior snowbank

A stranger saw and tells him,
“Someone up there likes you”
as a big white feather flake falls
and melts on his shaking hand

Photo by Håkon Sataøen on Unsplash