Christmas trees grow by a dark road
low radio warm car quiet
a boy drives
and she leans on the seat watches
how round the shadows are
how the road looks in his headlights
how safe he makes her feel
buildings low and slumbered
lean out of darkness
half-down slats and
black trees
they talk about his-girlfriend
her-childhood-her-decisions
she-can't-seem-to-make and
she tells him that he has never disappointed her
and for awhile she doesn't
think about what she used to do
on Friday nights.

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Memory courtesy of JM..thanks for being a friend.
Image courtesy of Bonnell Arts.