Late September Poem

colder today, kept my t-shirt on
with my snap-button jean shirt
raggy-faggy high-cut shorts

long-ago dream
driving with a girl endlessly through town
trying to find a place to stop and make out

but it was just me
went through my selfies
me in a store window

black shape like a handbag
CRAZY GOOD VINTAGE sign
beautiful left foot flexed on its ball

what a pretty boy I am!

at sixty-five years of age,
not a boy at all