Early Saturday morning, and it is
hot already
Pony tails, tanktops, cut-off Levis
We load up in a beat-up rusty Ford
Loose change in our pockets
Dad at the wheel and
we’re seated upon
faded wooden slats
in the bed of the pickup
Stringy hair flying in the wind
Avoiding bugs in our teeth
Ducking whenever we
saw someone familiar
Arriving, and searching for
funnel cakes
Dirty people, old junk, pigs,
and car parts –
Dad’s paradise
We pet rottweilers, who wouldn’t hurt
a fly
Dad caresses brake pads
that are “dirt cheap”
Filthy feet, empty pockets,
bloated stomachs leave
with us
On the way home,
we stop beside the highway
to pick blackberries
Watch for snakes!
Returning home with
purple faces, sunburned shoulders,
and scratches
And we didn’t know that
we loved it
until
now
Melissa Shields, 2007
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