Yard Sale of Thoughts

Hammer on steel.
After working the same track 
for twenty or so,
she finally shifted her gears.
With nothing but timing 
and stars in alignment,
she hitched a ride 
for a few years.

Foot to break.
The same freeway
day after day;
a sheep in a fleet of her peers,
she took the next exit,
unsure their direction,
but with fuel to survive
a couple more years.

Babies on board,
she fastens two seat belts;
watches them learn how to steer.
With the whistle, 
they guess which cars will appear.
But the freight moves faster,
blurred like the best of her years.

Four figures align:
two boys and two girls.
Total eclipses,
and for once, the forecast is clear.
Parties and viruses, all in the rear.
In the path of totality, she realizes
her purpose is here
after waiting all of those years.

©2024 | K.F. Hartless

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Cover Art: Shane Lawson

Prompt: Write a poem that is inspired by a piece of music, and that shares its title with that piece of music.