We get in your truck
and you drive me
through
a long-ago tempest.
Back through time
to all the hours
and all the roads
where your
hope
met despair.

You point to a sky
of flaxen wheat
and draw me
a memory
until it comes alive,
then together
we watch
as it gets up and leaves.

 

 

©Elle Wonders 2017

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