Tractor Ride

A heavy day.  Cumulative, too, because October is for shifty girls that hold everything.  Standing on a tractor, I watched the manure being scooped up then turned into fertilizer.  I could have used one of those all my life.  One for when I sat in the DMV parking lot earlier crying and waiting for a title.  A title shouldn't mean anything, but it does.  In three years it was good bye, first love.  In three hours, I  got to carry on one more time, Chevy '65.  Now they can ride off into the sunset together.

       

Tractor Ride. October 2015.