Let me park down under the tree, where the shadow will fall across the heated steel, and give me a good cool place to think.
Just pop that passenger door, pull up the hood till the engine cools and turn on the radio to a good station where the music plays.
Still here, watching it all go by, listening to the sounds of the birds and wind blowing the limbs, keeping the old truck as mine.
I can hear it, drinking the jar full of ice and water, wrapped in a paper sack, feeling the best of times roll by.
by Ralph Peck
Photography by Connie Estes
(Enid Oklahoma)
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