Pickup
The road before us was a gray umbilicus
Connecting us to Mother Earth.
My lips were stained
The color of Hester's shame,
but it was only juice --
cherry, and strawberry fruit pie,
in the bed of a red truck
With one green door,
like Christmas in July.
Connecting us to Mother Earth.
My lips were stained
The color of Hester's shame,
but it was only juice --
cherry, and strawberry fruit pie,
in the bed of a red truck
With one green door,
like Christmas in July.
And the sun spilled orange
Into our eyes,
and cornfields stretched out
On each side,
reverie after daydream
Painted in viridian and jade.
Into our eyes,
and cornfields stretched out
On each side,
reverie after daydream
Painted in viridian and jade.
We licked sugar from our fingers
And let our hair blow wild as sin
And let our hair blow wild as sin
In the Indiana wind.
T.A.B. 4-10-13
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