1965
Terry Connor
My friends kept asking me,
"What in the Hell are you doing
with that hippie girl without the bra
who drives the only Renault in town?"
Cutting school with her instead of
cutting school with them.
We held hands
and went spinning down the halls of Newtown High
singing Bob Dylan
I spent a paycheck on suede boots
and a long black mourning coat like Johnny Cash.
But I have to stop and think to remember all that.
The time we fell laughing
out of the bunk in the VW camper
her parents had parked in the yard
my pants at my knees
lips locked
Why that just pops into my mind
at the strangest times.
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