Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 

I'll be there by 10:15

I drive home with my windows rolled down and Copperhead Road came on the radio.
It’s hot July.
The air is heavy.
I have worked and then tutored and then babysat.

The sun has long set and I am going home.

This week was heavy,
kind of like the air.

But tonight,
I drove home with the windows rolled down.
Hot summer.
Copperhead Road.
And I had this quick thought: that maybe my life is perfect. And I always have enough to eat and enough gas in my car. And Copperhead Road was on the radio.


It is this day