putting the wheels in motion
it’s past midnight
but the night is still young
well lit by a fattening moon
we meet by chance at the ranch
you arriving unannounced
me home on spring break
a few grain belts and half pack of
winstons all that’s left
we’re not exactly using our inside voices
but whoever happens to be here
is fast asleep on the second floor
it’s so much easier
to keep the lights on than not
easier to fuel up in the kitchen before
hitting the road for the river
a quick stop along the way
a twelve-pack and smokes
and whatever it is the man says
the catfish are striking
february two thousand twenty
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I love love LOVED hearing you read this! Not only is your voice… um, yeah, wonderful but it just an extra depth to the poem. Awesome.
thank you so much, tara!