My First Set of Wheels

MY FIRST OF WHEELS Remember that sense of freedom? Your keys, you free, in your very own teen-aged kingdom. If older, like me, seats then, were made of fresh new leather. Oh, that scent just tickled my young  soul like a peacock feather. You graduated from the bicycle crowd, now. How regal, you waved like a queen, not having to kowtow. Able now to choose the radio stations that you really liked. As you grinned in pride in the mirror driving on the Turnpike. Boys winked and waved, thought I died and went to heaven! We all flirted shamelessly and had Slurpies at the 7-11. Brain freeze, yes, i got many from these. But really loved boys digging my very cute,dimpled knees. What a training for the ravenous flirt I grew to be. Come now~ this was far more fun than any library! No more crowded buses and dropping books. That red and white convertible had me totally hooked. I can still hear the soft sound of the rain on the convertible top. I wanted to drive my new white-wheeled dream and never stop. The steering wheel was big, loving and round. I know I hugged it with love, yet it never made a sound. This brand new car was a present from my parents, more than kind. I can still drive it, if only in dreams...it is still utterly divine! June 24, 2020 11pm PST Poem # 1,314