Redneck Summers


Growing up under the flag,
watching it wave,
anthem resounding-
giving way to roars.
Engines- purred, stuttered, stammered- lived.

I lived alongside-
heart in time with pistons,
legs with the sled.

Cherry-sweet fumes billowed-
rising high into the clouds,
dissipating until
the vapors were one with the atmosphere.

I listened as ancient beasts
were set aflame and
entertained more than my daydreams.
Their lives reduced to pollution
and that cherry-sweet scent.

Town to town,
State to state,
Summer to Autumn,
Always under the flag.

Wild Child Truck Photograph


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