20 years later- There was a rag tag scene:
in the woods by a pond,
Boat house doors wide open to the night.
Fire outside rather than in.
A keg set on a picnic table
no chairs. 10 or 12 teens hanging out
in the dark, on any given Saturday night.
The bell bottom hip huggers
with torn and frayed hems
scoop neck Danskin top.
Curly long hair dangling in eyes,
I lit my own Marlboro's-
