Different Rides

You saw me in
spiked heels and felt up the leather skirt
leaning over your polished bonnet 
in the pulsing minutes before 
the drag race took off.

On my calendar 
we took drives
on Sunday afternoons 
to shaded woodland spots.
There we sat on a blanket
and picnicked.

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Two poems to go until I hit my 104 total! The aim was to write two poems a week across the 52 weeks of one year.

It’s been quite a year.
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Books:
Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys
Shining in Brightness