My blog traffic, day-to-day, ZERO. Social Media bumps, on average, ZERO. Thumbs ups and hearts, nill.
Until two things happened: I posted a letter to my Jeep family, and I ducked a Wrangler.
The next day I awoke to over one thousand views and social hits. Even a few personal notes of encouragement. I am giddy. I’m honored. With enough traffic, my letters will reach their recipients.
But in absolute rapture, I did something I vowed never to do: I wrote a poem.
(Don’t set high expectations. I teach science).
An ODE to MY JEEP
Oooo-eeee I love my Jeep! Bumpy, treaded tires thick Rear curve glisten Cupped headlights Circular beaming I clutch, grip gear stick; squeal into reverse Pet the stitched dashboard and coo "so pretty" Specially with the hood Slipping lollipops of mud Dirty romp evidence left behind on pavement Rendez-vous secrets between motor and stars Sprawled across and under lighted lil' dippers viewable, always Cause it don't rain Where I'm living
Awwww shucks and shoo The grass died, trees gone, too Got the Jeep covered like a Puritan Sun exposure beats down Spotlight, broken on Glare so harsh, no parts come off Air too thick to slide fully open No more slurpy ruts to romp and bounce in Only died-out edges of civilization reached limits receding. Trails, remnant of what is coming or what happened There ain't no rain Where I'm livin'. But Ooo-eee do I love my Jeep! BEEP BEEP
I have a feeling my Jeep people shared and carried my letters. To all y’all–thank you.
Peace,
me
PS. See a teacher who drives a Jeep? Ask them about poetry. You might discover me.
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