Virginia Sun

 

Virginia sun

lights the roadway

ahead of me

strapped in my old Nissan

Kelly Clarkson CD

fifty something, cyclist,

shirtless, tan and

hair pulled back

passes swiftly by

“Beautiful Disaster”

up full blast

my little rocket ship

escape

down whichever road

I choose

passing custard stands

and thrift shops

now all in my

rear view

like hindsight

“Oh, I didn’t see that!”

so I slow down

make a u turn

and go back

and once I get there

just like hindsight

the shiny locket

was just discarded foil

in the warmth

of the Virginia sun.

 

Author's Note

Not sure the meaning was conveyed here...I was trying to say that the escape maybe was not so necessary that in hindsight some of our problems are not so big after all...I will probably revise this. Ideas are welcome.