Based on "The Road to Acuna" by Catherine Bowman,
write a poem describing all the things you noticed at one of the games last
week. Be very detailed in your descriptions.
Not "The boy riding on the back of the machine," but "The waving
nine-year old clutching the zooming Zamboni."
"The Road to Acuna"
by
Catherine Bowman
The
night we drive in is a snake
The
snake at the edge of the schoolyard.
The
ditch encircled by children.
The
legend dug deep to the devil.
The
place we discuss our childhood.
The
place where we hum in the desert.
The
ice melts away in the bucket.
The
white lace of the hotel bed.
The
glare on the rabbits, the rocks.
The
headlights that blaze on the roadside.
The
signs that all point to Acuna.
The
panting road to Acuna.
The
pot-bellied road to the border.
The
spiraling storm to the city.
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