a full tank of gas

she likes
my new Italian car.
white, with the top down.
her hair
in the breeze,
her sunglasses on.
she turns
up the radio
and smiles. let's go
nowhere, she says,
and you agree.
what a day it is to ride.
to be in love
with a full tank
of gas,
to be on the wide open
road
under a jewel of
a blue august sky.