Ode to Oil

Ahead of me a truck
loaded with logs
(18 butt ends facing my way
in variations of round,
blank as full moons)
kicks up swirls of wet leaves
in a gaggle of tiny tornados
that twist and spin along behind
tinged with diesel

A leafy dancing throng
on a cold, gray, October day,
through which I in my Ranger slice
thinking I should tank up on oil
before our furnace fails from
personal neglect as well as 
crude national disgrace

~ by Roshi Bob on October 14, 2007.