Prodigal 3: The Ride
Submitted by Andy Gay on Thu, 03/24/2011 - 15:07
You told us a story, O God,
of the old lost found:
“I picked him up somewhere east of Pampa
waving a piece of illegible cardboard.
'Where to, son?'
He moaned something about 'ol' man'
and shut down.
His eyes wore a blue-grey film
as he pulled the dirty camo around him
despite the warming day.”
“I drew my rig off to the side
where a ranch road winds down to meet the main route.
He dropped out of my cab
with not a word of thanks,
puked,
rolled his tongue through an empty vial
and shambled over the cattle-guard.”
“A quarter mile away peering down the breaks
someone in a Dodge Ram
watched.”
© 2010 Andy Ga