I saw an old pickup truck today –
in mint condition for all its years.
I couldn’t guess its age.
I only know that I was young
when it was new.
Poet's Notes: I have lived and worked in Oklahoma for forty years. One fixture of the cultural landscape has long been pickup trucks. For many people, especially rural folk, they are largely functional. For many others, they symbolize manhood, independence, mobility, power, and much more.
Pickups come in all ages from the most up-to-date and shiny to vehicles dating back as far as the 1950's--some rusty, some still spiffy, but all of them kept in working order. My eyes are especially drawn to the old ones with which I identify as much as remember. Sometimes I calibrate my own life by them.