1970 Ford Pickup

Awake In The Rusty Red Ford

The gray metallic bed turns

rust in the humid heat of summer.

Below the hinge of the passenger

side door, a hole promises safety to newborn

mice, insignificant, asleep in August warmth.

One slam of the heavy door shakes their slumber.

We drive away; diesel and mildew

take us to Canada.

Thanks is more than a word; it's a hat...

Thank you...

Rebecca, Beth, Jackie (and friends), Anne, Dean, Christina, Heidi, Kari, Christian, Natalie, Emily, LT, Chartreuse & Sheri, Derin, Amy, Alex, Darcy, Michael, Jen, Mary, John, Andre, Elise...

for buying a hat, which helped pay for my state board exam in nursing.

I took the exam on February 4.

It went well,

meaning: I passed...

meaning: I am a nurse.

End of story.

Well, no.

It's just the beginning.