There the bright orange tractor stood

for years waiting

through drought and sporadic rains

now in the tall pale winter grass

 

For playground folly

and seven years of wonder

questioning every broken part

pretend repairs

drives to nowhere

and everywhere at once

 

Foolishly they thought your sleep eternal

permanent

but we knew better

 

Today you ride again

as if for the first time.

 

i.i.©