A Wordling Whirl of Sundays gave us some great words: Fading, flew, hurtles, limbs, clears, toss, turned, reaching, fresh, flossed, flecks, and siren. Thanks, Brenda, for a good challenge! Also posted at Poets United, the poets’ collective.
Her mom’s car hurtles down the road,
windows down, fresh air, CD player cranked.
Amanda glances at her IPhone and waves it, yelling:
“Mindy says she just flossed her butt with a new thong!”
Cath is a new driver wishing they’d be quiet.
(Wait’ll they get their licenses, then they’ll understand.)
Amanda and Kara, texting like mad, oblivous to
the nerves of the new driver, who clears her throat.
Flecks of sunlight obscure her view.
(Damn, I shoulda worn my shades.)
“SHUT UP, GUYS!” she finally yells,
reaching the limits of her patience with her friends.
A deer darts across the road; Cath swerves and
heads straight for Mrs. Hardy’s fresh-painted fence.
They hit the ditch first and flip,
toss–turned as limbs fly in slow motion.
The ambulance flew, sirens screaming,
but Kara and Cath were already fading.
© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil