Tomorrow we can drive around this town
              And let the cops chase us around
              The past is gone, but something might be found
              To take its place
                            -Gin Blossoms

on the cusp we were left to entertain
ourselves summer shadows long

across the trampoline our casual becoming
aerial acrobats in the backyard near the barn

scent of hay and fly-spray our horses cropping
pasture grass occasionally swishing their tails

25 years since we sang Hey, Jealousy
jumping into twilight off-key meaning it

You know it might not be that bad
not yet able to drive bored ready to break

glow-stick bright into next new versions of us
You were the best I’d ever had

as close to reckoning as touching stars not needing
anything but keys and tomorrow on repeat