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C.N.P Poetry 

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The Plea

By: Dana Delibovi

We are lost in Beacon, New York,

thick with mosquitoes that we three kids

swat in the backseat

of Grandpa’s Impala,

climbing the Catskill roads,

windows open wide,

in a ‘62 metal-flake shell

speckled with bird poop,

all because we want to see

the old-time locomotives—

but this could be Jupiter or Ireland,

we’re so lost,

and getting scared those

pepper and egg sandwiches

Aunt Terri made won’t last forever,

until, like the steeple

of St. Roch’s church, a Texaco sign

emerges through the trees

and my cousin whips a peach pit

into the front seat and screams,

Grandpa ask for directions!

a plea met by a wave of the hand,

a big spit out the window, and

a laugh of power, as Grandpa

floors it past the Texaco,

pinning the three of us kids

against the seat, at the pleasure

of the patriarch.


Dana Delibovi is a poet, essayist, and translator. Her work has appeared in journals that include After the Art, Apple Valley Review, Bluestem, The Confluence, Forum, The Formalist, Linden Avenue, MidRivers Review, Riverside Quarterly, and Zingara Poetry Review. Her poetry traveled the St. Louis Metro as part of the National Poetry in Motion Series. Delibovi is consulting poetry editor for the e-zine, Witty Partition.


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