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Where You’ll Find Me
by
Gail Braune Comorat


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I’m no good at route numbers, never sure of east
or south, but I know this road by seasons, by landmarks
memorized the last time I traveled this way.
If you still want me, just head away from the city,

keep an eye out for meadows of bold
blue and yellow —
bachelor buttons, wild mustard. Cross the rusted iron bridge
that will lead you to a crossroad —
turn left and keep going until
you see a stand selling Tender Spring Peas and
an orchard of peach trees beyond their bloom. Take your time

as you roll through the old mill town
where elderly men in suspenders and felt hats
doze on planked benches. Wave as you drive by.
You’ll pass beneath a thick canopy of elms, and then

there will be a Mennonite farm (yellow siding and pine-
green shutters) with a misspelled sign that offers
Saw Sharpning. You might see some deer in the field.

After that, it’s straight on until the road dead-ends
to a graveled lane. Drive as far as it takes you,
park right beside the house.
I’ll be on the crooked swing,
rocketing skyward and back, skyward and back,            
my eyes on the cove, watching
bald eagles query the river.                        
I’ll be waiting for you.

© by Gail Braune Comorat.
Used with the author's permission.

 

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Gail Braune Comorat is a founding member of the Rehoboth Beach Writers’ Guild, and the author of Phases of the Moon (Finishing Line Press). Her work has appeared in Gargoyle, Grist, Mudfish, Philadelphia Stories, and The Widows’ Handbook. She’s a long-time member of several writing groups in Lewes, Delaware.

 


Post New Comment:
Jancan:
So lovely--makes me say "Ahhhh"! Jancan
Posted 07/06/2018 01:51 AM
gailcomorat:
Thanks so much for all of the kind words, everyone!
Posted 07/05/2018 07:37 PM
Lori Levy:
Visual, sensual, beautiful.
Posted 07/05/2018 06:57 PM
Nana Ellen:
OOPS! Thanks GAIL.Got totally distracted by all the beauty!!!
Posted 07/05/2018 06:53 PM
Nana Ellen:
Agree fully with Larry's post! A very special tribute.To what we miss upon the roadways of life...at times. Thanks,Jean.
Posted 07/05/2018 06:50 PM
barbsteff:
Lovely evocative scenery descriptions, but I am prejudiced about people who brag about not knowing their directions. Set a negative note at beginning of poem.
Posted 07/05/2018 05:31 PM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
This poem reminded me of drives we took cross country every summer. It was so picturesque and appealed to all senses. I felt like I was leaning out of the open car window inhaling the fragrance of meadows and a peach tree orchard, tasting tender spring peas, taking photos of a rusted iron bridge, men in suspenders in an old mill town, a misspelled sign in a Mennonite farm, deer and a hawk.
Posted 07/05/2018 01:22 PM
Jean Colonomos:
Jean What a fun way to write about your "never sure of east/ or south..."
Posted 07/05/2018 11:47 AM
Jo:
Beautiful, Gail. What a meditative way to drive. I'd like to come visit.
Posted 07/05/2018 11:41 AM
paradea:
This is beautiful. I'm coming!!!
Posted 07/05/2018 08:53 AM
plgoodman:
Ah, the serenity! You?ve captured it Gail. Help me find that place too! Lovely!
Posted 07/05/2018 08:49 AM
Larry Schug:
This is the way we should see our travels through this world-a more Zen-like, living in the present way of navigating our lives.
Posted 07/05/2018 08:41 AM
Charly:
Lovely images that stand out well; look forward to the visit.
Posted 07/05/2018 08:07 AM


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