Something about that baby blue car
smooth like pouring molten taffy
It does something to me
it trembles me somewhere deep
Dreams
American ones of powdery painted convertibles
of soft polka dot silk scarves
loosely tied around my neck
wind blowing through my curly hair
From up high I can see the story
visions outlined
sidewalk chalk
Wishes unfulfill
Pictures drawn
Carriages pulled
Punches received
Still
The airy float carries me away
When I allow it
My eyes closed
The joy is more than virtual —
I go back to the fantasy
of rose petals
waving beauty queens
sitting uncomfortably
on the back seat of my VW convertible
and a carefree life
of pretty things
Perfectly waving
happy faces
on vacation
everyone eating ice cream
other yummy treats
The baby blue bug pushes me to go deep
Backed into my memories of drive and hustle
of desire and ambition
the place where a fierce lioness protects her den
Back to the real of a wild mane
a devil may care attitude
The stance is undeniable
Huntress am I
will have that
silly little car
She represents
She’s the trophy
The biggest prize
Catch the feeling
ride a wave
then go back into your cave
until you are ready to
come out
victor