Farewell to Light
Sitting behind the wheel, windows down old
fields on both sides of the road, no headlights
straight lines, four miles, both ways.
Authentic hubcaps, refurbished mirrors
junkyard parts, three layers of paint
Truck runs well, it’s paid for since 1964.
Sun and sky contrast heat, diffused color
Energy spent, geese flying home.
Peanut butter on crackers, go down stale
Thermos of black coffee, cold stout.
No accounting this grandeur, a wapiti
bull elk broke cover, forages in silence.
Solomon had days like this,
good, simple right down to the marrow.
26 April, 2018
Daily prompt, Authentic, Second-helping