Sole Command of the Day

Bright colored cars
Bent to hell, and laid up in the yard
A finger, there, through the golden hair on my arm
Katie’s suntanned, too
Playing outside is all that we do
We wet our clothes with the garden hose to keep cool
No talk of boys
Today we get away with all that we can
«Don't wait,» is the sole command of the day
Hit the heel and toe
Sweat rolls as we go store to store
Our pockets heavy, but we still want more from the day
On our way back home
We look ahead and see, there, on our right
Spencer took the tractor from a building site, and he drove it
So we flagged him down
He let us up, and we rolled through the town
All the luck, and not a cop around to control us
Spencer dropped us home
We jumped, waved and cheered as we watched that boy go
I hope he makes it back around the liquor store, before they find him.
Katie turned to me and said
«I'll make you a wish if you make one for me
In all my life, I ever felt so free as with him.»
«Your burning hole,» I said
I wish upon it all the power of gold
And don’t doubt that a decent town would like to hold it
I laughed, and grabbed her, and pulled her down
She smiled softly
Katie held off the whole damned town
And now she’s holding me