~ROGER PFINGSTON~

PARKING, 1958

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   Evansville, Indiana
 

Lights out, we ease onto the sand,
surprisingly firm, and park
at the water's edge.

Across the river
Kentucky lights shimmer
like an underwater city

as a barge passes slower
than our sweet undoing not far
from fishermen, silhouetted

by driftwood fire, who curse as they
dance back dodging waves
that slap like flesh

and swirl under our beached car
that floats free, or seemingly so,
a dark craft pulsing with cigarettes

and all-night rock 'n' roll.
 
 

© by Roger Pfingston