A Drifters Song for you to decode.

The tar between my toes
Belies the clean fun we had
While backs rested
With ease
Forty feet above ground.

Star gazing eyes
Occasionally drift
To the detail
Of your head scarf
And I question why
This
Seems
So effortless.

You Smile-
Ions fill the air
Give warning to
Approaching storms.
Lightning creases
Clouds overflow
And fill the half empty
Beer
Which I no longer desire.

Desire
That has become
Your smile
And the doors it opens
The youth it invokes
The fear it crushes
The questions my teeth
Gnash in its remembrance
And the calm
That runs through
Twice broken ankles
Like flooded
Parking lot
Water.