Pick Up Truck To Destroy
Your Poems

if your poems raise dust
on the gravel road

and a prairie dog
or wayward bird wanders across

no photo in my wallet
would suppress the story

nothing to divide
the real from the unreal

the lyrics
a hard pill to swallow

a pick up truck barreling
towards your poems

I would have lost my shirt
if I had placed the bet

(this actually happened in West Texas)