Hope in dress

As the number flip by, higher and higher, hope seems to have been drown out by the corporate slogan. Petro-can. But there's some hope; sixty inches of hope in a white and green summer dress. Steps down from her ram 3500, she couldn't be bothered by the disparity that drains me while I desperately attempt to hide it and replace it with the same sun that beams from her smile.

The dream that she lives take me away. Somehow, she becomes innocent as she puts on that summer dress, as if the world could never mar her with the whips we know.

She fumbles with the cap as I walk toward her.

“I didn't think that could be your truck.”

I had to protect my eyes from the shining of the stars that stared straight back at me. Not even waning moons know to smile like that. The cap clicks as it rests in place.



“Enjoy the beautiful day.”