Roaming
Roaming
that thick soup
of a green countryside,
the black eyed Susans
were our only witness,
silent as corpses,
unaware that truancy was our creed as we
drove to buy beer in souped up
shiny chevy convertibles
as we listened to Motown and sang
to those tunes when we crossed the state line,
lunching in Manhattan,
home by dark,
knowing we'de be caught red handed by the principle,
our suspension notices written up in eloquent script,
yet still.....
it was worth it,
to roam as free as that April New Jersey wind,
new and bratty.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2018
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