Her ’47 Willy Jeep crests
every hill, every hill waving
alfalfa flags. Stout cottonwoods
from nineteen-oh-five still shelter
Nez Perce campsites in the bottom
land. Meadowlarks are whistling

at the prairie dogs. She finds
neutral, turns the motor off
long enough to listen — 
her favorite of all chores.

About redmitten

author of Cracking Geodes Open, Making Good Use of August, and The Peppermint Bottle. poetry editor for IthacaLit. website: https://toomuchaugust.wordpress.com

5 responses to “>coasting

  1. >You paint such a great picture with your photo and your words.

  2. >Simply carried by the moment…and gravity. Especially loving your recent posts.

  3. >hi kass,i was thinking about how nice it is to have a vehicle you can coast in, it's good to hear from you- thanks!hi marylinn,how encouraging to hear. thank you!hi john,naturally, the pink was more pink for those of us who were right there, but i am pleased it showed up a bit in this photo.

  4. >A nicely-structures and well-paced piece of writing this. The box I ticked, 'becalming', really says it all.

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