My Grandfather died 1961
I turned in and
saw the red combine
in a field of yellow wheat straw
our old green grain truck was near by
Lloyd was sitting on the running board with a can of Players
rolling a cigarette.
As I got out
Lloyd looked up and smiled
Mom called for help with her hands full of plates and silver ware,
as I was trying to set up the card table
and the folding chairs.
I looked over, saw Dad washing his face and neck
with the cold water from the cream can.
The traffic was almost at a stand still, and I was over an hour from home,
but I still remember that red combine in a field of yellow wheat straw.
I was 16 and
I borrowed my Dad's red '65 Chevy hardtop
with a 327 four barrel Carter
skin like ice cream.
That '65 Chevy and that boy are long gone
and all the remains now, is a memory.
I helped my leg off the edge of the bed and
looked down onto the cracked lino floor, and
the squares from the edge of the bed to the wall
The ten by eight room is now my life.
Condensed, alone and afraid.
I straighten and put my best dress shirt on.
It's Sunday; I wait.
"Sorry I can't make it, something has just come up"
I still remember the girl with raven hair.
I put my arm around her as we left the movie theatre.
I felt alive.