You borrowed a couple
And put them in the back
Of the car for practice.
Each day you’d set them up
In the bare cul-de-sac
And let your kid practice
Backing through, figure-eights,
Using mirrors to steer.
It was only practice,
Too young for a permit.
It was something to do,
Good habits to practice,
A skill to imagine,
A sliver of freedom
Contained within practice,
To feel how much a car
Could do with some steering,
With well-practiced control.
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