face grease on the glass
a youthful picture in oils
exuberant still

She watches as the car drives up
knowing he is here for her
Rising from the carpeting she smooths down her dress
the marks left behind on her knees itch
Pleasantries are exchanged with a small bag at the door
He smiles Hello and his eyes sparkle
She walks down the steep concrete steps
deftly stepping off and to the left
plunking down in the cooling grass to stare into Dandelions
Looking up as he helps her settle in the passenger seat
She waves and waits for candy

she waves back and smiles
the car smells like cigarettes
nothing matters now