National Poetry Month’s Poem-A-Day 30-Day Challenge: Day 1
CAR
In the earliest days,
drawn to the far plum mountains
comely with snow,
we crossed the lonely fields on patient feet
and stubborn will. Little did we know
how over time the trek would shorten so,
first by horses brought by the Spanish.
Then wagons. Riverboats. Trains. And at last this—
needle near eighty on a road straight and narrow,
radio blaring in my Chevy Camaro.