Dust Clouds

dusty road 2Time slowed to crawl
Dust clouds converged
Settled side-by-side
Summertime heated
Narrow country road

Sure was hot
Not too bad
Could be better
Crop prices down
When would it rain?

Anger welled inside
How dare they
Block the path
Of an impatient
Seventeen year old?

Just as quickly
Calmness came
All that could be
Had been said
Two old friends
Went separate ways