I Dream My Husband Drove


Felice Aull
The car spiraled fast, quiet, smoothly
down the steeply graded hill.
Strangely I, passenger,
was not thrown from side to side,
did not feel that to be remarkable,
saw only that the trees whirled
past me through the side window.
I sucked my breath in, afraid
to question anything yet
admiring the trees
so richly green and full,
the summer new before dry heat set in, before
the surgery, the verdict that
my dream would not permit.

Felice Aull

is pleased to be published for the third time in riverbabble. She began writing poetry 15 years ago when she was in her 60s. Her poetry chapbook, The Music Behind Me, was published in 2012. Recent poems are published in Off the Coast, Connecticut River Review, riverbabble, and Mom Egg Review. For many years she was full-time faculty at New York University School of Medicine and is now adjunct faculty in the Department of Medicine's Division of Medical Humanities. She lives in New York City.


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