Issue 11
Roam
Wilma Weant Dague
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In another life I'd be in
your old Plymouth Fury,
my feet propped up on the dash
or stopping and waiting in a florist-cold
restaurant or grimy gas station
drinking warm red pop
while you taped a hose
or wired up the exhaust.
I'd drink cola from long-necked
bottles fuzzed with frost,
smooth them against my arms and neck,
a talisman against the gods
of no air conditioning,
sit with my back against the car door
and let my hair fly.
But caution is not confetti.
I sit wrapped
in a car that never quits
and wear my seat belts.
~Wilma Weant Dague
Wilma Weant Dague is a wife and a mother of three who writes to maintain her sanity. She lives in Kansas on the bluffs overlooking the Missouri River and she has never seen the sky get bluer than it gets there. Email.
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