Junkyard Angel Baby Nomad
by Kitty Boots
you blew in from Colorado
Bondo, air-brushed beauty, smelling delicious
engines full-throttle, but with scars,
deep and dark like the shadows of a mountain before they're gilded with sun
you gifted me with chili and fleece, I'm always cold
you're always hot
and you panty-flashed Main Street when you put up the flag
told me you weren't motivated when we met in the parking lot of the 7-11
"We gotta get out of here", you said
I agreed and we looked for houses in the desert
houses in the tropics
cabins in the woods because you like the snow
and we decided, no dogs, only cats
I've heard of the "grey nomads" but never of the "baby" ones ....
Oh, yeah. Thelma and Louise. You've captured the two of you, indelibly. Puttin' up the flag, eh? No wonder the place is always crowded mornings.
He, he...thanks, Matt. You know us...double trouble...we're morphing...
Bondo. Love it. Didn't know you call her that.
A star just for the title*
It's a great one,Tim.
Excellent.
The title brought me here and I love it! Fav'd it.
Yup this is great. A stunner of a first stanza *
Thank you Tim, Gary, Michelle and Arturo!
Welcome, Erika. Thanks for reading!
Wonderful
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I love the unexpected and this poem has plenty of that.
"engines full-throttle, but with scars"
"you gifted me with chili and fleece"
"cabins in the woods because you like the snow
and we decided, no dogs, only cats"
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Bill's point and examples are right. A good read.
Lovely work. And what Bill said. ***
Ray, Bill, Sam and Rachna...thank you for the reads, comments and favs!
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