she rode her bmx bike
pig tails flapping in the wind
winding dirt roads
pine trees and wooden fences
rubber tubes and waterfalls
searching for childhood
in the back of a pickup truck
lost in white powder and hand mirrors
running from bottle rocket wars
hiding in tree houses
secrets to keep
innocence stolen
up the hill
the smell of beer and cracker jacks
voices of strangers
gnawing on beef jerky and past lives
smoke filled air
wranglers and belt buckles
clinging to rag dolls
longing for silence
packing her bags
filled with his shame and grief
searching for childhood