the last beam
of evening glow
…………dancing
over blades of grass

windows rolling down
wind whooshing
through my hair
…………his hand
grasping my thigh

i tug my sweater
pretending i’m shy
then lightly
…………slap him away

we count deer
…………grazing
along the parkway          

one
two
three

wondering
if they too
…………play
little games

– Rebecca Dietrich