Duke

you get into his sky blue convertible
----------------and you go for a drive

he drives along dusty prairie roads and you can
see forever
the cool May wind
------------ruffles your hair
then he slows down
and you stop by the river listening to his crazy stories
as it flows by
its banks swollen by
spring run-off
but the wind hasn’t stopped
it keeps gusting its harmony of sun and dust and
sometimes
---------exotic
----------------daydreams enter your mind as
you survey the scene
so you’re not really in the car at all
you’re in some kaleidoscopic adventure
as he keeps telling you his whirlwind life
until he starts the car again
---------------and fishtails back home

your heartbeat speeding up with the swing