I knew that this was right. The old farmer’s truck
Carrying the new. Moving 55 mph through Avenal’s cut-
Off road. A slow blinker slices through a dust cloud.
And I’m braking. Hung up behind this haul, and close
Enough to really see the life on the tires, the body,
the bumper. The dichotomy between the upper and lower
Deck. And I know this is the old man carrying the new.
And I’m thinking about this for the next forty-five
Miles… and years, because it’s so goddamned right.
For Play it Again, Toads! [truck, road, dust cloud, years]