The Field
By Ashley Larsen
Knowing it wasn’t right, we hopped right in,
started it up and then we were done. The rain
pounding on the windshield and the windshield
wipers
on high speed. We raced around the field
like there was a cheata running after us.
Music full blast, singing so loud, not thinking
what’s next, E-brake cranked up. Then
there we were in the car turning in circles
while our hearts pounding so hard.
We wanted to do it again. Grass wet
from the rain, trees so close, there we go
again. Feeling like were flying in the air
our stomachs so high and hearts racing
so fast again. Bam! Hit the trees so hard
it sounds like the smashing of drums.
Then we were speechless, not moving,
having a feeling you will never have again.