Faded peace

The red truck blue truck cap

Bright blue, not pretty

Like dancing eyes no

This is down to business blue eyes hardened

After too many people said no

After too many yesses didn’t work out

Red like ready for mud

Season when it’s not here

Like boots that are there

For puddles

It’s been too long since you jumped in.

I knew it

From a hundred yards away

Like a hundred yard stare

The old farmer type have patented.

And a peace sticker

On the back

That’s been there

Since back when

We thought peace would work

Instead of guns,

It’d hurt to peel it off now

Whether or not we’ve given up.

And she’d always tried

Waving at the bikers

That passed her

Gardening the kind that would feed her

Not just flowers for the eyes

Though she’s got those too.

And her white hair seems to be there

When you turn corners sometimes

And I know her truck

From a hundred yards away

And it’s red and blue with a faded peace sticker.