Silverhawk
by Nathan A. Baker


He loved fast cars drove a Studebaker
While they were in production changing
To Ford years later when the parts for his
Silverhawk became impossible to find.

Black and silver like an Arabian Stallion
Hot the horse’s breath that ignited the southern
Atmosphere belching duel emissions from
V-8 powered heads to mix with spray of wind

As whitewall tires cut paths down Southern
Roadways; dirt and gravel bouncing off of the
Sheeted metal underpinning in perfect time
With the Appalachian rhythm of country radio:

My daddy, the lone desperado, his cigarette
Dangling from tight lips bouncing in synch…







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