Clean Burning

 

 

Cruising at 35, the sun low,

my '67 dodge feels

gently pulled along,

old sol gripping the grill,

 

by the flow of music

from a radio station

no other motor

or gas needed.

 

Tar and gravel ribbon

for gliding,

horse drawn

by sun and tone.

 

Clean burning

a wish for my life,

warmth the only

residue.

 

Early friday

mornings like these

my dodge and I

both find ourselves

 

pulled along.

 

 

geoff fernald 94