Friday, July 1, 2011

POEM OF THE DAY BY HARLEY ELIOT

Changing A Tire By The Missouri River

Turning the nuts one at a time
at midnight on a country road
the cold clear black air
pours into my body

and a mile away the invisible
Missouri River slides along.
You stand in the headlights yellow
corridors of light

wrapped in a blanket
impenetrable fields on either side
where farm dogs call and
the distant coyotes answer.

We have one child asleep
in the car another turning
with stars in your body.
On the giant billboard a dreamy

cowboy is lifting a slice
of bacon to his mouth.
I see my hands glow
with the lovely moment
of changing this tire.

The four way wrench slowly revolves.
I am entering my life.


__Harley Elliott

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