THE GIRL FROM AWAY
I was sixteen, it was summer
Hauling wheat to town in the 3 ton Chevy
A quart of store-bought buttermilk
on the seat for the trip back to the ranch
There was a girl, my age and beautiful
visiting in the last house on the left
Sometimes she would be
on the street or in the yard
The truck was new and powerful
I was farm boy healthy, strong
We were hitting on all cylinders
It was warm, the window was open
I was in love, the buttermilk was cold