Long hair, long
as corn silk,
looking down
at nothing but
the ground,
through iron,
gears and
engineering,
waiting to go,
waiting to be
told what next
to do, dreams
unplanted in
your heart
and soul
upon the
tractor.
Waiting to be
free, the
damsel sitting
on the dragon,
face downturned,
holding on to power
when the power
is within. The
grace, the
beauty, the
winsome charm.
Go ahead,
slip it into
gear. Release
the clutch.
Ride that
monster. Wave
at me.
♥