Love in a pickup
In his dad's pickup
There to pick you up
You watched from your bedroom window.
He parked right where last year
The maple tree fell during a storm
And Dad called you down.
In a striped blue skirt and a navy sweater
You flew down the stairs
There he was, and together
You climbed into the pickup.
He gave you his hand
You were small, and it was high up.
After the movie you parked in the woods
To do whatever you could
To make it last forever.
With each careful word, each searching kiss,
Every inch it took the navy sweater
To climb over your head of dark hair
And fall to the truck floor
Next to his flannel shirt
An empty can of Bud, and a tin of Skoal.
The world in a red pickup
Nestled in dense Maine woods
Under a silent, cold, starry sky.