In the Back of a Pick-Up

Brittle bones chilled

beneath frost moon eyes –

She clings to the bed of a truck.

Sticky pebbles cling to the hungry tires –

rough road ahead.

Pink sunset flickers

through the singing leaves above.

Alfalfa fields pass by in a blur.

She tightens her grip

as her curls sail in the wind.

She’s imprisoned by a home with the biggest sky

but barely a pinprick on the map.

One day despair will grow wings

and a sheltered childhood will fuel her adventures.

She shivers in the cold

and never looks back.