BAREFOOT DRIVING WEST

Sitting leggy 3 hour meeting
I couldn’t wait to be done with high heels
Almost left them on the roof
to be tossed wherever by the breeze
Barefoot driving West
like a sirens’ song
beckoned me
Addicted as a poet
to wishful thinking
hidden embarrassingly
in metaphor
I sloughed them off my feet
Windows open
empty Cracker Jack bags
marked my race back
in hopes of beating
Darkness to the sleepy little town
where I enable
Sophistication Pretended
I had no reason to hesitate
Coolness came
as I’d long begged
finally
a hint of Summer
ending.

c2011 GC Cameron for Brian & David in Wilmington

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