On Your Sixteenth Poem by Chris Lane

Having arrived at this time
Today you became sixteen
Your the Princess! , feeling Cinderella:
Because your Mother
Insisted that you - clean the mirrors,
Sweep the floors, before you went for a walk
On this beautiful Sunday 
On your sixteenth birthday.

Later that same evening 
We raced the Sunset west 
Towards Hiram 
Our archaic red Volkswagen van 
Zündfolge repeating steady rhythms singing 
Pushing us along.

© Calac.