Somebody out there is smiling as the wind whips her plain brown
hair around her oversized sunglasses.
The red Volkswagen, convertible top down, driven joyously by her beau
passes me, heading East
While my Westward pining heartbreak grieves my mother.
It’s my turn for this,
and soon I hope I can be headed back red convertible style
As is life’s way
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