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Column 091

Driving Through

Intro by Ted Kooser
12.27.2006

How many of us, when pass­ing through some small town, have felt that it seemed famil­iar though we’ve nev­er been there before. And of course it seems famil­iar because much of the course of life is pret­ty much the same wher­ev­er we go, right down to the up-and-down for­tunes of the foot­ball team and the unan­swered love let­ters. Here’s a poem by Mark Vinz.

Driving Through

This could be the town you’re from,
marked only by what it’s near.
The gas station man speaks of weather
and the high school football team
just as you knew he would—
kind to strangers, happy to live here.

Tell yourself it doesn’t matter now,
you’re only driving through.
Past the sagging, empty porches
locked up tight to travelers’ stares,
toward the great dark of the fields,
your headlights startle a flock of
old love letters—still undelivered,
enroute for years.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Reprinted from “Red River Blues,” published by College of the Mainland, Texas City, TX, 1977, by permission of the author. Copyright © 1977 by Mark Vinz, whose most recent book is “Long Distance,” Midwestern Writers Publishing House, 2005. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.