Looking For A Red Car - That's All I'm Saying.

Limp limp limp…
Susan appeared from the grotto gate this morning
hunched
grumpy
confused…

I am sorry to say that I did not feel a lot of pity.
She should have listened to me.
Maybe she will listen now
to sore feet
and achy joints.


Looking for the red car all day yesterday
was NOT a good idea;
especially since it doesn’t exist-
it never did...
never will.

Susan was sure it had stalled on the side of the road...
She needed to get it
before a car hit it.
When I wouldn’t drive her
she went anyway…walking.

and walking...
and walking...
and walking...
and walking...
and walking...

I followed her at first
then walked beside her
reminding her she could turn around
as she walked on…on…on…
still looking.

Eventually she stumbled
down beside a tree.
There, I made her rest.
Stubbornly she arose and stumbled forward
down the road some more.
.

Insisting she quit this non-sense
I turned her around
because she was weak
her cheeks were red-
my patience was thin.

Three miles later,
she clung to me and panted,
No water...
No rides...
No strength...

I made her a walking stick
to hold her up.
Then, close enough to home
in the shade I left her…
I saw no choice.

Alone, I ran toward home
down the road- up the hill.
got the car… …
picked her up
drove her home.

On the porch she sipped a drink… ate a snack
as she plotted how to get her car!
No giving up for her
no, none of that
not for Susan!

Need I say more?