Affirmation.

We're slightly more than halfway through the year now, and I have finally picked a goal.

( Em vs. Emily: The Fight of the Century )

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Old Car
(for a 1991 Toyota Corolla - once, it was mine and I hope everyone has a car like it sometime.)


There it was in the driveway,
blue and boxy and ancient as cars go
(not old enough to be a classic,
old enough to be unimpressive)
and shining and new.

It was an escape to the river,
music blasting on a sunny day
when I would park on the banks
and recline the seat stained with godknowswhat
and read a book and eat Dairy Queen;

it was staying out later than
the busses ran, a safe haven
in a jungle of dark parking lots
then barrelling down the highway under
the stars and shutting the door very quietly;

it was the cruise control I never used
(way better to feel the car
beneath my right foot,
see how I could make it fly
far away on an unplanned whim);

it was freedom on four wheels,
wind in my hair (though it was never convertible)
comfortable captain's chair
and I commanded it, my caravel,
exploration and exultation.