Maybe they’ll resemble the last days of high school,
when you suddenly click with someone
you have known for years
but were never close to, a new best friend who says
he loves The Harder They Come
nearly as much as you do
and his orange Camaro sucks down gas
but who cares and you drive all night
and toss the empties and eat shrimp at Denny's at three a.m.
because there is no tomorrow,
never mind tomorrow is here and tomorrow rocks.
Goddamn, did you ever notice?
Or maybe when that girl
you sat next to in Spanish
blooms before your eyes and her dishwater hair and glasses
are the original quirks on a sunny afternoon
in May, and you kiss and kisses
were never this fine before.
The days are long, the nights are sweet
and if you lived by the sea
you sat on the sea wall, which held back everything
except your laughter and all the delicious,
insane, intoxicating
talk of holding on, of staying there forever.