Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #144
I Picked You Up
by Belinda Roddie
I picked you up beside the highway and
nursed the cuts on your legs after your truck
broke down along the dry grasses and sand
that churned up dusty winds. Quickly, you struck
me as a quiet type, more inclined to
twiddle with my radio than respond
to any hint of conversation. You
were beautiful. You were kind. You were fond
of the desert flowers, pointing to them
as we drove through arid towns, hot cities,
the air conditioner abused. You held a stem
of something in your hand. Nothing witty
came from me when I dropped you off beside
an old home, which you used to stay and hide.
by Belinda Roddie
I picked you up beside the highway and
nursed the cuts on your legs after your truck
broke down along the dry grasses and sand
that churned up dusty winds. Quickly, you struck
me as a quiet type, more inclined to
twiddle with my radio than respond
to any hint of conversation. You
were beautiful. You were kind. You were fond
of the desert flowers, pointing to them
as we drove through arid towns, hot cities,
the air conditioner abused. You held a stem
of something in your hand. Nothing witty
came from me when I dropped you off beside
an old home, which you used to stay and hide.
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