New Summer

Short Poem

New Summer

Tina and me,
We laughed as we sang
the world in my car,
small pieces bouncing
off the pavement behind.

We sang as we drove
and laughed at the words,
blew smoke out the windows
and made up our own.

We were as young
as they were old.
We bit our lips hard,
surprised at the blood.

Countless sunsets to squander,
million miles to misspend.
When young and God-kissed,
mark no time, see no end.

So we smiled our young teeth
and bit-kissed young lips
and lay tangled-tired
and made up new summers.

Tina and me,
blessed with youth, kissed by God,
we would never grow old,
driving toward a new summer