• Matt Smythe

ALIVE ON ARRIVAL

Updated: Jul 10

this road begs a truck and a full tank of gas   windows down   tire-tread serenade   humidity and cool 4 a.m. headlights   bugs on the windshield   life unfolding on long-haul canvas   whitetails from low rolling fog   this all-night mind   this morning is water   truck packed for one or the other   the first spill of purple orange purple   a truck and full tank of gas begs for nothing   when the sun comes up it’ll only be up for so long   fish rising in their own universe   the stars hold what they’ve got   I close my eyes and see a barn and woods   wing-set geese   a river or lake painted into the distant hills   I open them and see fields and a single cow meandering to its day   this morning is woods   I push on

the first spill of purple orange purple   whitetails from low rolling fog   I close my eyes and see a barn and woods   this road begs a truck and a full tank of gas   this morning is water   a river or lake painted into the distant hills   bugs on the windshield   wing-set geese   I open them and see fields and a single cow meandering to its day   life unfolding on long-haul canvas   when the sun comes up it’ll only be up for so long   a truck and full tank of gas begs for nothing   fish rising in their own universe   this morning is woods   humidity and cool 4 a.m. headlights   tire-tread serenade   truck packed for one or the other   the stars hold what they’ve got   windows down   this all-night mind   I push on

I close my eyes and see a barn and woods   I open them and see fields and a single cow meandering to its day   a river or lake painted into the distant hills   the first spill of purple orange purple   wing-set geese   when the sun comes up it’ll only be up for so long   this morning is water   fish rising in their own universe   this morning is woods   whitetails from low rolling fog   truck packed for one or the other   the stars hold what they’ve got   humidity and cool 4 a.m. headlights   windows down   bugs on the windshield   tire-tread serenade   this road begs a truck and a full tank of gas   a truck and full tank of gas begs for nothing   life unfolding on long-haul canvas   I push on


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