a poem a day for a year #217

by Amy Turn Sharp


hot wet pavement smell and Areosmith on the radio
barreling down the highway in the direction of my granny's birthday
driving home wakes me up
the shades of green in the hills of Southeastern Ohio
make me dizzy
in 30 miles I will be on a tractor
getting river tomatoes from the neighbor
I will drive my daddy's truck down dirt roads
I will cup your face in my hands old girl
I will tell you how lucky we all are
for your 92 trips around the sun