In the brown 1970s, laying my head on the blue polyester pants of your lap, the smell of earth in a dusty Plymouth,
traveling through the pitch black winding roads of rural New Mexico, dirt roads that make dashboards rattle,
stars glittering the sky like sequins in the silver gown of heavenly cat walks, the boys in the back,
your hand running through my brown hair, saying my name on the verge of my dreams.
These poems for NaPoWriMo were inspired by a poem I did years ago for my friend Michelle after hearing she passed away, 30 poems for inspiring women connected to me. The title now says "33 Women" because the poem to Michelle poem had already been written as well as two prologues I posted March 31. Some of their pictures are posted here: http://www.marymccray.com/33-women.html.