Gravel Sounds

Apple picking tuckered out
The lull of a quiet warm back seat
Drifting
Away
The gravel road beneath the tires-
sounds of childhood countryside

Backwoods Texas, dried snail shells and oil rigs in the distance
Southwest driveways and scratching hayrides
Whickering horses,
the squeak of too new saddles
Sounds, smells that cannot be found between concrete and glass

A car can only hold so much
Ears are brimful with memory, holding so much life built in vast open spaces
Calloused feet now softened by boots
Shock in a handful of stars now outweighs the old acceptance
of a night filled sky
Teenage years wound about like wanderin' vines,
still searching for purchase in the earth

Don't mind now
an adult exhausted from winning a corn maze race
and sleepy in the car with a quiet smile
A little thing grown up country wild was bound to make for an interesting adult

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