Reply #218: Skeedee, Oklahoma [View All]

[JCMach1]

Road Approaching Skedee, Oklahoma



In the Fall that I was first in love with you
the apples hung bushels
and falling
on abandoned farms that lead
to your home



And when I left you each time
it never mattered somehow
that my car always seemed to find
the crunch of a Tarantula
scurrying for warmth
in the failing light



Near an old homestead
I first caught sight of it,
a half-wild abandoned rose
exploding by the road
I stopped the car and breathed in
deep smell of red cedar and
something older
like the scent of your hair
warmed by sun