First Driving Lesson

My grandpa—indulgent king of tender worriers—
faced with a summer clutch of adolescent girls
tucked them into a golf cart and let them go
putt-putting in long loops around the drive
learning to steer, to stop, to run
too close to the fence, upending
gloriously, surviving, unhurt
soothed with soda-pop

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