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.