waffles fuel our view
to ride into the sunset
finding our way home
Day Twenty-Eight, Road Trip 2016
waffles fuel our view
to ride into the sunset
finding our way home
seasons
Day Twenty-Seven, Road Trip 2016
road trip starts to end
with wide open river views,
bridges to cross them
Kentucky burns bright
holds together rebel groups
and holds our heart tight
Day Twenty-Six, Road Trip 2016
Kentucky wins me
with giant bookstores; ice cream;
and sweet niece faces
each night a red sun
to lull us to country sleep
on our road trip dream
Day Twenty-Two, Road Trip 2016
our cycle closes
with a capital bike ride
and a pointed view
with paths everywhere
this city has won my heart
even in the heat
where honor presides
through a symmetrical stroll
of fallen soldiers
DC mixes all:
museums, monuments, paths
marking past; future.
we find ourselves here
remembering our lost dreams
in these reflections
Day Seventeen, Road Trip 2016
finally the bikes
double trouble, burning sun
made for a slow ride
but cousin time rocks
framed by wispy sand dune sky
and genuine grins
crawfish, anyone?
one last island shell cracking
to salt our way home
and we saw gators!
controlled, farmed, easy to feed
better there than here
Day Fourteen, Road Trip 2016
Girl Scout Headquarters
mixed with colonial wealth
(built on the slaves’ backs)
sometimes beauty’s marred
history’s hard to swallow
amid perfect squares
yet we walk through it
splashing, playing giant chess,
our steps going on
pieces of our past
even when they’re earned with blood
mark a clear future:
we can absorb this,
take pics, eat gator, and grin,
hoping we’ve moved on
(though the shadows know
of King Cotton, oppressed girls,
Sherman’s burning march)
we can’t have it all
the vacation, family… peace
without the whole truth
we can just love them
hope they never see the dark
(only the beauty)
Day Eleven, Road Trip 2016
oldest Florida site
enthralls us like we’re in Spain
(memories abound)
coquina fortress
built on the sweat from slaves’ backs
(engineering feat)
defense of this sight:
gleaming harbor colony
(worth the protection)
a dogged day’s drive
at the end of this journey
(worth the distraction)
history, not mice:
Florida is more than Disney
(all they need to know)
Day Ten, Road Trip 2016
from a fighting ride
to playing dolls on the beach;
camp beauty parlor
love my travelers–
though they bicker and complain–
the road unites them
only each other
to entertain, love, and learn
making their journey
under this bright moon
as it waxes our return
to everywhere home
Day Nine, Road Trip 2016
she may look little
but like me she’s tough as nails
despite your warnings
she knows what she wants–
we drove three thousand miles
to snorkel today
yes, she’ll face high swells
and stay within my arm’s reach
but she won’t give up.
never doubt my girls.
there’s too much of me in them
and we’re warriors.
we pick up lizards
and make millipedes our pets
and chase iguanas
we make our dreams true
with each setting sun, moon rise
–doesn’t matter where.
Day Eight, Road Trip 2016
disappointment wins
with a fixed tube, a long drive,
and mile zero
we win our day back
with ocean views, lobster lunch,
our own snorkel beach
Key West wins us back
from sorrowful rejection
given way to clouds
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