Crossing Texas
Heat waves undulate above the pavement
Dancing to the swing of the oil pumps
a soundless rhythm, urgent yet indolent
pushing down, pulling up
mechanical and primal
knobby knees and bare feet
sticking to the vinyl upholstery
and the windows are all the way down
It's big country, this place
wide open
empty, and full of the hot electric smell of life.
Heat waves undulate above the pavement
Dancing to the swing of the oil pumps
a soundless rhythm, urgent yet indolent
pushing down, pulling up
mechanical and primal
knobby knees and bare feet
sticking to the vinyl upholstery
and the windows are all the way down
It's big country, this place
wide open
empty, and full of the hot electric smell of life.
The tech guy is supposed to come again today. $20 says he forgets again. I will probably not be near a keyboard this weekend, but I am sticking to my poem-a-day agenda. I will post them Monday morning.
That is all.
;)
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