Stretching South

We lost track.
Losing count
We were sixteen.
After dark anywhere
Such light
Mud patch Star nights. I don’t
Remember. Fridays often. Mostly Saturdays
Orange Julius when you got off.
Just to see your mouth!
Was making love where I picked you up. 747s
bumbling into SFO below Canada College, the roundabout

We’d make out. And watch. Deer, cricket
Racoon Seesaw Scintillation. Sparkling San Francisco Bay
Lights stretching Streaking south! All news all the time KCBS 740
Why would you ever wear a watch?
Then, there was the ledge outside Ms. Pink’s
counseling office, high school corridors
Glad they had their wax paper shutters All pulled up
Somehow, we both had a free seventh.
Could we kiss another hundred times
Before the bell went off?