Asia P.

asked • 04/19/15

compare how the poems develop a common theme.

Seen on the Road

Dad noticed it first; the doors
on the back of the delivery truck
in front of us on the road
are loose, looking like
they’ll pop open any minute,
which they do. . . .
 
The traffic comes to a stop,
and we all watch as three office chairs
roll toward the tailgate,
stopping at the very edge,
looking like curious critters
peering out of the back of the truck.
 
Everyone starts honking,
trying to get the driver’s attention,
but he steps on the gas,
accelerating through the light,
and suddenly one of the chairs
seems to get the idea that now
would be a good time to escape.
 
First one chair, then the other two
fall off the back of the truck.
Landing upright on their wheeled legs,
those crazy chairs careen
down the street, zigging and zagging,
picking up speed as they race
merrily along the road.
 
Everyone keeps honking as we watch
the driver of the delivery truck
pull onto the freeway, oblivious that he’s
lost part of his cargo at the stoplight,
and I’m thinking that sometimes life
might be like that–
we move ahead, pull out into traffic,
not knowing
what we’re leaving behind,
never hearing the honking.
 
 
Burger Flipper
 
My older brother has just landed his first job–
working at the hamburger restaurant.
He comes home, filled with pride,
floating like a hot-air balloon,
carrying his uniform of gray-green pants and shirt,
a badge with his name, a paper hat with stripes.

I help him study his employee manual.
When I visit him after he’s settled in,
he offers me a soda,
and I sit sipping as I watch him work,
cooking french fries, flipping patties.
He winks at me, and when his boss isn’t looking,
my brother flips one patty high in the air,
catching it deftly with his spatula.
 
He wipes down the counters,
sets the salt and pepper shakers in a straight row,
smiles politely at the customers:
 
yes ma’am, no ma’am,
yes sir, no sir,
 
and I wonder if this guy is really my brother,
my brother who acts surly,
bugs Mom by leaving dirty glasses everywhere,
never cleans up after himself at home.
 I keep studying him,
trying to see how else he’s changed,
and when I squint my eyes just right,
I can almost see him all grown up.
But when he drives me home,
he growls at me for no good reason,
pokes me on the shoulder, and suddenly
Responsible Employee of Burgerland disappears,
leaving Big Brother in his place,
and all seems right in my world.

 

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