she can drive

each field
rushes by with
your arm
out the window
on the sunny
side of the car
as you let
her drive.
the tall grass
and corn bend
in the soft breeze.
her driving scares
you. she likes
to talk with
her hands. she
likes to look
at the horses
in the field,
the soft large
cows, staring
with gentle
brown eyes,
while they
stand immobile
and chew. she
drives fast and
hard, and points
at the clouds,
asking what
i think they
look like. i love
her being this
crazy. this wild.
i could let her
drive the whole
way if she
wanted to.