Post 255: Highway 174 energy, Cleopatra, tar, beach, poetry, painting

by Carol Bass



her long coiled locks
…partially tamed by a yellow hard hat
and the steamy tar
whispered their common textures
rich, dense, oil-thick, robust blackness
scorching in the morning sun

the battered sign she held
rusty red metal
flashed while she moved

safe on the grassy shoulder
her slow-stop turning
controlled the crawling beach traffic

grease-spattered work pants
highway yellow vest
…over dark graceful breasts
a discovery for the pages of Vogue

were other drivers as stunned ?
needing a jolt to wake up ?
needing no gold, no Mark Antony
her simple being was more than enough