Magic Convertible

I don’t know if all tag tops have this ability,
Mine, when the tops down, there’s a transformation.
With the wind blowing through my hair, and
The warmth of sunshine on my arms.

I feel rejuvenated, younger.
Those icky old creases, crinkles, puckers,
That I wear. 
Soften under my baseball cap.

Of course, once I stop driving,
If I get very far from the car,
The spell’s broken.

It’s the charm of the Chrysler.


(Mono Monday)