Trucks Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

That I am!
Covered with clutching thoughts that cling

I will have no truck to their wildness
plucking them off, thrusting them wildly away

On the other hand?

I will have no truck
with smooth suave smoothness either

No insidious insinuations that accumulate
in stray corners

What?
Sometimes I ask myself, WHAT will I have truck with

Perplexed! ? !

Did Ford Maddox Ford have truck with Ford trucks
or dismiss the idea with peremptory wave of pen?

Or did he actually prefer riding a mad ox?
Horsepower be damned move or get whammed!

Or go on long walks over hillside and glen?

It‛s a not knowing that tortures a soul to the end

With death?
I will have truck with death - I will deal with it!

When it comes

Until then I will persist in my oddity

Neither the prickly, nor the smooth
Nor the sly in filtering will I permit

I will turn from all
Thought of these things
Park on my stoop and watch
Ford trucks pass as I sit