put a baby in the car
and drive drive drive until the baby
can drive and vote and go to jail and love.
Yes yes the babe always can
love, but improbably without
observing the process and procedures of love.
What kind of love is perceived,
is understood, is adopted -- it's
mostly impossible to know for sure. But
evidently if you put
a baby in the car and drive drive
drive, that baby might grow to love just like you.
- this poem was sent to Oregon -