Sixteen

At Thanksgiving we moved to Mation house #3.
My attention kept skidding, swerving from
Northern Michigan Christian High in McBain to
church youth group friends from Marion Public.
One winter night, driving the VW from McBain
I fishtailed, flipped landed wheels down in ditch;
walked to nearest house, called Dad;
drove again soon--grateful, careful, responsible.
Junior parent or babysitter was my major role,
rover position in basketball my favorite.
Got fifty cents an hour for childcare; 
boosted savings picking cherries, beans, potatoes.
Soph class prez, junior student council rep, lit staff,
I kept busy all the time, filling spare
minutes with cathartic sketches and poems.
That summer we moved way south to Lake Odessa.

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