Life In A Convertible (A Poem)

Life In A Convertible
A 1960 something
white Bonneville convertible
with real red leather upholstery
is how I will always remember my best friend.
That and
a six-pack of beer and
cruising where her boyfriend said he was
and watching him kiss
that free love girl we wished we’d been
back then.
Back then
when giving meant everything
and free love
meant everything
and we were just cruising
and wondering
how to make love make sense.
None of it seemed simple.
Then we grew up
and it did.

Ellespeth

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