WISE COUNTY MAN
Sleep in Sunday sunshine
and calico shadows.
Tomorrow you'll
bear down on bitter asphalt
and haul another load.
Have your fun Friday:
rumble in parking lots, bars, and back roads,
but come home to me.
Wash away the black fuzz
of diesel and dust,
and we'll fumble in this dimwitted light
'til our tarnished love sparkles in the dark.
Twine yourself around me:
we are tight as the laces of a steel-toed boot.
"Wise County Man." The Bluestone Review (Spring 2007).
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