What the Heck

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For so long
she’d been on the straight and narrow –
Carefully keeping to the right of
the double yellow lines.
Solid success for the most part.

Now, at 60, the road ahead
has a distinct –
not to be ignored curve.

What the heck – live a beautiful life –
Why wait until the proper moment?

Despite her hesitation,
she presses on
and meets the curve with aplomb –
speeding full on
into her golden years –
Her head thrown back
as gales of laughter and
her perfect life
are tossed about as the wind
completely ignores the solid lines
meant to contain the coloring of her days.

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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