Two-Seater Haibun

She rides it like a blue midnight broom around the town and back again. The wind says, I’ve been waiting for you. The sky says, watch me, watch me. It covers her with a velvet blanket, there is no cold or chill here. She tilts her head back to kiss the night with her eyes. For a few moments, stop signs and red lights are magic. A freeway on-ramp is a runway. Shifting into a take off for flight. Red taillights are UFOs. Freeway signs in cuneiform, ranges of distance between here and there. Broken white lines with their reflectors are shooting stars and comet tails. Returning to her carport landing, starlight still tingles on her skin, the gift of a million butterfly wings. She rode it like a blue midnight broom around the moon and back again.

 

wind frees tendrils

stars above in the open sky

convertible

I needed some help getting inspired tonight so I found a poetry prompt to write about a journey in my Mazda Miata. It’s a fun car and fits me perfectly since I’m also clown-car-sized. It’s been called a space capsule so it sink into my subconscious and out came this piece. Thanks for stopping by and reading it. What kind of journey would you describe driving your car or an imagined ride? Happy Writing!