By kate
Date: 12 February 1999

Going after a stoplight

He drove, his unkept hair
and vintage jacket
accenting the early seventies model
royal blue Mustang.
Her fuzzy hat hugged her head 
as she danced to the dreams 
played across the radio.
Suddenly, she felw across the seat
and kissed him playfully.
The light which had caused me 
to stop behind them changed.
She threw her arms out
as they pulled away
silently shouting "Whee!"
And I though
they must have been
going somewhere wonderful.