I Didn’t Know Her All That Well, But
See that cherry red VW van up ahead?
It’s the same colour as the VW campervan
that a woman I knew (years ago) owned,
although I didn’t know her at all well,
and I can’t recall her name, but
she worked as a summer season
live-bait girl on one of the fishing boats
out of Westport. Tourists poured in
hoping to catch a cod or a king salmon,
and she would twist and thread
squirming bait on their hooks, but
one night when she was driving home,
she took a sharp corner, the one
just before the two-pump Shell station,
took it just a little bit too fast, and she
and that van went straight off the road
and plunged into a salt water tidal marsh.
She wasn’t hurt, pure luck owing to where
her VW van landed, but she took it as a sign —
dumped her husband, and took off with
the skipper of the fishing boat.
I have no idea what’s happened to her.
As I said, I didn’t know her at all well.
A dialogue poem for AprPAD Day 19: Licence (fishing, driving, etc)
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