Little Beetle – – NaPoWriMo Day 6

Caliche driveway
yawns beside
mesquite trees
covered in thorns
and climbing cactus.

Air awash in dust.

This is where
Mama learns to drive
the beetle
that we have.

Hair in curlers
Jerk and joust
against each other
as she
muscles the stick shift.

Delicate knees
kiss
but not her
red heels.

They conquer pedals.

***

This post is a series I’m creating for National Poetry Writing Month.  30 poems in 30 days..

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s