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View the rest of the poems from Michael Estabrook in the January 2006 edition:

Don't know where to begin
by Michael Estabrook

     “What’s this?”
“What’s what?”
     “What’s this wheel?”
“It’s a steering wheel, Dad.”
I’m incredulous.
     “But it’s different.”
He touches it gingerly like it might be hot.
“Well, yes, it’s been quite a few years,
forty-two in fact, since you’ve been dead.
Some things have changed a lot
over that time. Steering wheels, for example,
have gotten much smaller.”
I roll my eyes.
     “Oh my.”
He pauses, thinking a long time, then says,
     “What else is different about cars?”

Michael says: "Well the 3 kids are gone, out on their own, but the wife is still here and the stupid dog and the computer and email so I will write on, to what end I am not sure, but write on I will; still trying to get into the best poetry journals possible, both online and otherwise, and hoping to publish a real book of poems, called A Superlative Woman, about my superlative wife, one of these days."



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