Rd 397

You smile

and most importantly

I show the camera a 

velociraptor backpack; 

a lost world scratched

on nylon tommy hilfiger logos.

it sounds like 

the refrigerator

dumped in Jofuska Creek,

as it died and begged for

a murky resting place. 

we walked down to visit it

carrying cane fishing poles

for red bellies & mudcats.

we lowered them crickets

from the bridge and

as I grew older 

you lowered me down 

to the creek bank so 

that I might see under it.  

Between the north highway

and Marty Stuart Drive, 

that bridge is gone

and a cattle gate blocks

the way to Dee's farm. 

but that refrigerator is there,

still perceptible beneath the veneer

like Coca-cola stained teeth.