closer to finished

After much work accomplishing very little, I have this piece to a point where I won't be fooling with it for awhile.

"Stars before my eyes"

"Keeping the roads warm?"
they teased
I drove fifty three miles
to see her

My summer was her porch
the safety of its rails
wicker chair conversations
marked by cigarettes
moths and dusty
citronella candles

She couldn't believe
I'd never seen
"The Commitments" or read
Maeve Binchy

Dusk led us away
over gravel roads
past lonely barns
sleeping cattle for
pillow talk in pastures
homemade constellations

Dawn’s only gift-
fifty three miles
and hope