I’m behind a red convertible winding slowly
through pasture land on Stage Gulch Road.
The young blonde girl in the convertible
takes off her blouse, tosses it from the car.
Around the next bend, it’s her bra
that lands among the tall grasses,
then, her shorts and panties.
At the Stop sign she stands up,
Her nipples. like hood-ornaments, point to Petaluma.
The driver scratches-off down Lakeville Highway,
She drops into her seat, topples over on his lap,
her feet dangling over the door.
At the next light, he rips off his tank-top,
flings it overboard, speeds under
the freeway to “In-and-Out Burger”
and lines up at the drive-thru window.
I get in line, behind them.
© Emilio Gonzalez-Llanes 2008
