Changing A Tire By The Missouri Riverat midnight on a country road the cold clear black air pours into my body and a mile away the invisible Missouri River slides along. You stand in the headlights yellow corridors of light wrapped in a blanket impenetrable fields on either side where farm dogs call and the distant coyotes answer. We have one child asleep in the car another turning with stars in your body. On the giant billboard a dreamy cowboy is lifting a slice of bacon to his mouth. I see my hands glow with the lovely moment of changing this tire. The four way wrench slowly revolves. I am entering my life. __Harley Elliott |
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