the red poetry truck

Gotta go somewhere in an old red truck on the second day of Poetry Month! It's time to go to the river, to the creek, to the sandbar, to the islands, to a carnival, to the circus, to the woods where in O Great Nature we can be alive again and really breathe. Let's go find poems under crystally rocks, under shrubs, hidden in the bunches of daffodils all over this beautiful little town in such a big big world. Let's pack our lunch and sit on the cliffs of Washington State Park and then drive to Potosi to a Taco Bell for dinner. Poems are waiting everywhere. In fact, we are each poems. We are alive and happy and there is much to look forward to. In a red truck you can see the whole world through rose colored glasses. In a red truck, you can find peace and tranquility. In a red truck, you can eat the World like it's a piece of strawberry rhubarb pie. Why is the thermos full of coffee empty?