The Dust

The dust trails off from her
tires as she pulls into the drive.
He stands at the porch,
Waiting, Expecting.
She steps out slowly - teasingly
long golden gams and pink
polished toes.
She's been driving all day,
sweat runs in rivulets down
her collar bone.
Her sun bleached hair is pulled
up off her strong shoulders
tied in a red cherry bandana.
She exudes Confidence.
Welcome to summer in the Valley.