Medusa on I-10


Flashing red barely concealed

by Ray-Bans black as night.

Talons click upon wheel,

chin tucked down, muscles tight.

Hot tar wind vibrates her scales.

Tires turn, gearshift grinds.

Wings arch back in steely sails

to pierce blazing blue skyline.

Scarf-corralled serpents writhe

and slither to stereo beat.

Iced gaze grants hitchers outside Blythe

stony respite from the heat.