Places that Heal, a Poem for Saturday

A man's retreat must have wheels

The day before had been hard
He strapped on his helmet, it
signaled his path to freedom
Two wheels, point 125
liter powered his Vespa

The path to Old Mexico
was beckoning him that day
He'd forget troubles at home
hard with four kids and a wife
These two were but kids themselves

Customs passed, over the Bridge
Around town, sunny Juarez
Dogs bid him hello, ever
so often one would growl
Women doing the clothes line

They all waved or barked, could they
remember him from last month
Open road, breeze in his face
Passing shanties kids and dogs
Could they be as free as he

Come evening he'd be back home
The kids would hug him tight, glad
Mom, she would shrug, "Supper's done,"
"Glad you were free for the day,
you work hard and need relief"

Fifty years later retired
Old Mustang treated, top down
Toward the beach they went, speeding
The pony played that bright day
Fifty to a hundred ten

Seems both needed some relief
Mustangs should not be confined
Clear their lungs, treat their Old Man
Up and down the sandy beach
She loved the sand in her skirts

Come evening they'd head for home
Love each other as they could
He was her second owner
As was his wife to him, let
out to pasture just one day
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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov Photos 2010 (link) and 2013 (link),  Poem 2018, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with Sherry Blue Sky in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/11/wordy-saturday-with-wild-woman-places.html
 - Top picture, http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2010/11/national-motorcycle-museum-midweek.html
 - Bottom picture, http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2013/08/six-word-saturday_30.html