Book of Mary IX

Mary filled them in

while the straw hat drummer slept

on her left shoulder.

Parsley said, “I’m glad you’re safe.

We should have been here sooner.”

“Please don’t tell Aunt Rose,”

Mary begged, “she would kill me

if she knew I left

for a New York pilgrimage.”

Sage steered the DeLorean

high over traffic.

They left New York behind them

for Mountain City.

Sage said, “I hate to tell you,

but you’re all over the news.”

Mary sighed, “Perfect.

My first trip away from home,

and now I’m famous.”

Parsley tuned the radio, 

and the sleeping drummer smiled.

R.L.P. Auriga

Hempstead, New York