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A Realm of Sacred Joy

My Little Red Fox

Cinquain #25

Other than

The Datsun (how old

Am I?) my step-mom generously loaned

On college weekends to coach my step-brother

On jazz

While I

Drove him to his

Weird father’s house (turned out not

So weird as I read his books on

TAROT left

Behind and

They informed my life)

Not counting that, my first car

Was a red box with black and white

Seats, and

In the

1990s felt like adulthood

Until I parked on a side

Street in Beverly Hills and got into my

Car only

It belonged

To someone else and

I realized there were a lot

Of us Red VW Foxes around and I

Wanted more

5 responses to “My Little Red Fox”

  1. I thought I was the only person in the world who mistook somebody else’s car for mine! Fun poem, Vivi!

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    1. It is chilling, isn’t it? Shortly after this my little red fox was stolen and went on a joyride from Westwood Mall to an exit off 405 in Compton. The police told me that gangs had rings and rings of keys that they can fit in almost any car and steal them. Now I am sure it is hacking the codes or fobs.

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      1. My second car, a yellow VW bug was stolen (very easy to open the wing windows to open the door). Someone cut the wires, and pushed it down the block. I could never get the car to work correctly after that.

        California, ick.

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      2. Aw. That’s so sad. A yellow bug represents the smiley face on the road to me still!

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  2. That car was the most fun to drive, too! Turned on a dime! Horrible to drive in hot weather with an air-cooled engine, though.

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