Shaking Like a Hummingbird
I was sixteen and a half when my Uncle Bill came
He was shocked I did not have my license.
She has no car, my mother said.
Why does she need one?
My sentiments exactly.
But Uncle Bill dragged me to the
License bureau anyway.
He made me drive with them.
I was a shaking like a hummingbird.
Hoping not to pass.
I wanted to drive his car home.
It was a gorgeous convertible.
I had already driven it all around the square right?
Now he was the one shaking like a hummingbird.
I kept pretending I was going to run into something.
Loving the powerful feeling.
Nothing like it!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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