The Boy

He grabs the wheel; his eyes are wild A reckless danger in this child That comes from never having suffered loss He points us down the rocky road My foot, the gas, or he’d explode And do his best to launch us into space I grip the frame and hold it tight Both serious and a delight I must admit I love to see him grin Though I pretend a fainting spell In truth, he drives it rather well But let’s just keep that fact between ourselves In no time flat, we do arrive All limbs intact, all have survived Already planning when we’ll drive again ---------- a Tripadi: https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/tripadi-poetic-forms