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Driving Across Puerto Rico, Fajardo to Isabella

A poem by Lisa Alexander

Up over the middle,
old men playing cards, tiny
table & rain, bottled soda,
a downpour, up over the green
mountains, family party, cop car,
cars parked in a yard, a young kid
pushes through the crowd.

You and I, after spotting
chickens at the rest stop,
I thought we could die
in a mud slide, or by tree crashing
down on our car, we could
slip off the cliff somehow
and I hoped

we’d return to the States
after huevos rancheros & a bag of weed
we arranged, meeting the raver
from Buffalo who now lived on a volcano,
best coffee ever had, unasked for cream,
we could have gone back to their house
but instead we drove on to Isabella

& the best burrito eaten
to the Grateful Dead & surfers in surf
so steep & slanted I wouldn’t approach it
for fear it would drag me away
into the clear, unavoidable motion outward,
the intense pull towards
that breathless excavation,
into something entirely unknown.

— Lisa Alexander

Lisa Alexander is working toward her MFA in poetry at Drew University. Her work has appeared in journals such as The Burnside Review and is forthcoming in Bloom. She is a sound engineer for Prosody, NPR-affiliate WESA's weekly show featuring the work of national writers. She lives in Point Breeze. Many writers featured in Chapter & Verse are guests of Prosody, produced by Jan Beatty and Ellen Wadey. Prosody airs every Saturday morning on 90.5 FM.

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