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Drive To The Nursing Home by Karin Wiberg

I cruise the roads neatly laid out in one-mile
squares until I take the turn that cuts catty-
corner across the county. Then I kick in the turbo
as I recall what the salesman said: Accelerate into the curve.
Don't pull back. Don't brake. Accelerate.
I take him at his word as I skim the backroads,
steer past corn and soybeans and wooded stretches
near water. I am light—like that moment in a scull
when your legs push so hard you hang from the oars
above the seat—untethered for a flash.
And I wonder how fast I can swing
past the white church with the red door
before I have to slow at the sign for my turn
onto the last straight road into town.

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Originally from Iowa, Karin S. Wiberg has a BA from Gustavus Adolphus College in St. Peter, MN, and an MBA from the University of Iowa. She now lives in Raleigh, NC, where she helps business professionals write nonfiction books. Her poetry has been published in Stirring, Petrichor Review, riverSedge, and elsewhere.

Follow Karin on Twitter @kswiberg or @clearsightbooks.

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