DRIVING IN A
DREAM
Two bodies pressed together in passion-
He retracts suddenly;
"I think I could use a drink."
A breeze whistled through the windows.
And she noted his cat had scarred his
cheek yet again.
She remembers a Saturday night
on the front porch swing with
him,
Looking out on his rusty old Chevy.
Hearing a guitar screech down the
block.
All these thoughts flicker in the
few minutes since she turned off
to
Grandpa's.
Looking up, she sees him sitting in
his metal fold-up chair.
Waving.