Silent echoes
of jangling keys
and radio static.
An engine cough, sputter and purr.
Dust-covered memories
of sweat and sun and leather skin,
of wood and hay and dirt and grain.
Lights that shone.
Wheels that spun, on the road and in the mud.
The smells of summer, spring, and fall
in every chip of blue
and flake of rust.
The old work horse
put out to pasture
while the old work truck
locked in the barn.
A playground for spiders
and cats.
Spinning, pouncing, purr.
