Ripping, Spinning, Waiting

By: Grace Meachum

Like a thunderstorm
I ROAR

Like a hurricane
I RIP BY

You move slightly
grIPPING me better
I fly towards apple orchids

You tense
You remember
It’s coming
I bash into it

Like an eagle
I SOAR

You stick like glue

The overgrown path sharply curves
We drift gracefully
my wheels whirl

You steer me towards home

We rocket
Beside green grape vineyards
corn gives us high fives
You play duck, duck goose
As cherry trees whip past
Mud splatters
Speckled

You wash me off
You gently roll me
Into the dry, dusty barn
Where

I will wait under a sheet
A ratty, ancient, smelly sheet

Waiting

Waiting for you

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