In the back
of a pick-up truck
rummaging, out-of-whack
from its tuck
a crayon drawing.
What was I hauling?
Turn of the oneirodrone
I see over the roof
a driver in all his racing gear.
Later, I hear
"Who is Jacob Rupp?"
while a guy holds up,
did he fetch?
that child's sketch?
He's in a house
where one woman walks to me
from a gathering behind
a flowery vine
between a rectangular archway.
Must be a celebration day.