On a morning like any other, my Cavalier stays right
of the double yellow line of an Arkansas blue highway.
This spry 1998 model lays flat her ears, stares intently ahead,
grins knowingly then leaps to the forefront at 55 miles per hour.

Motoring up and down, over and around the hills and curves
of this two-way race track, today I am a grey-haired racecar
driver with goggles, hat and scarf, saluting trees and
whizzing past roadkill and ditch daisies at 55 miles per hour.

No one follows us. My car and I are a lonesome twosome
as we travel the back roads into southern Missouri.
I imagine applause and a checkered flag waving just for us,
as we cross the state line at 55 miles per hour.

© by Barbara Robinette.
Used with the author's permission.