Sonnet for my local drive-in
Falling in love with film, the sky, and you.
Left off Hudson Boulevard. Follow tracks.
Just cash. Ninety point one on stereo .
Backseats stacked with cozy blankets and snacks .
Midwest mosquitoes itching for a show .
Conversation so rich, hate to press pause
On your sharp mind. You use words like groovy!
Thank goodness others can’t hear us because
We are the type to talk during the movie .
Surveying the sun, it bids us goodbye;
A swirling sorbet in sweltering june.
No painted craft of mine could match that sky,
But darling, I presume you hung the moon.
Lightning bugs direct our way home through pine,
One hand on the wheel and one hand in mine.
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hello! elise here. i am a scientist and an artist with a hyperactive mind that loves to come up with too many ideas to bring to fruition. through poetry, i channel that energy and i challenge my perfectionistic tendencies by posting here.
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