John Beck has earned an Honorable Mention in Streetlight’s 2023 Poetry Contest
The Driver
In 1925, Pius XI made you,
St. Frances, the patron
of all car drivers. I am sure
the Pope could not have imagined
the enormity of the job
he had given you. It is
your heavenly mission
to make my job easier.
Every night that I drive
for Uber and Lyft, please watch
over the pedestrians who try
to die on my bumper
and save their unworthy souls.
Please bless me when I am
without space
between cars
as I move lanes. Extend
to me your grace
when I pass the cop car
doing twenty over
and your fount
of patience
when I miss the yellow.
Frances, Pope Pius believed
that drivers could use
a saint like you
who always had
an angel just ahead
as I move lanes. Extend
to me your grace
when I pass the cop car
doing twenty over
and your fount
of patience
when I miss the yellow.
Frances, Pope Pius believed
that drivers could use
a saint like you
who always had
an angel just ahead
lighting the next turn
of the path.
Along with you,
I trust the angel’s voice
on my GPS
and the nightly magic
of streetlights winking
on as dark descends.
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