in retrospect
she views him as
a full moon
driving pickup truck
following stars
and empty planets
his ever-present heart
beating like
a packrat stranded
in just another traffic jam
the cold lineup
brave cheeks
weighted winter
thoughts of
mae west’s framed eyes
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 
Nice. Nice poem.
Thanks. It was one of those poems that came along with my morning coffee. 🙂
Ha. Wonderful.
I like this very much. N.
Thanks so much for stopping by. 🙂
My pleasure. Gonecycling is actually my ‘old’ blog; if you have a moment, you’ll find all my new work (and the gonecycling archives) at http://gonecyclingagain.wordpress.com/ – if you’d like to Follow this one instead, I’d be delighted! N.
Very interesting combinations. I love the idea of full moon driving pick-up. Just so you know (and this may have been intentional) Mae West is with e.
You are doing wonderful work here. k.
Silly me. Of course it is. Thanks. I will fix it. 🙂
You really have such wonderful imagery!! Good work.
Thank you for your encouragement and friendship. 🙂
like a painting … love your poetry …
That means a lot to me. Thank you. 🙂