the drive in

i met her one
summer, no, not
the summer of love,
we were too young
for that, it was
more the summer
of angst. of learning
things the hard
way in the back
seats of old cars
at drive ins
with tin speakers
gargling out of
sync dialogue on
a techno color
screen so far
away against the
woods. it was as
if we were under
water, as the windows
steamed up and our
hearts raced with
indecision and hope.
and even after
three full length
features we
went nowhere fast.