Driving a Cardboard Automobile Without a License by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Driving a cardboard automobile without a license

Driving a cardboard automobile without a license

at the turn of the century   

my father ran into my mother

on a fun-ride at Coney Island

having spied each other eating

in a French boardinghouse nearby

And having decided right there and then

that she was right for him entirely

he followed her into

the playland of that evening

where the headlong meeting

of their ephemeral flesh on wheels

hurtled them forever together

And I now in the back seat

of their eternity

reaching out to embrace them

Driving A Cardboard Automobile Without A License  by Lawrence Ferlinghetti Analysis