Not old enough to drink or drive—
feeling tongue-and-groovy, we think
we know romance.
Remember your purple-striped bell-bottom pants,
that vest with fringe, you’d wear at school?
My hair was long, we were lean.
I embroidered a peace sign on my jeans.
For dVerse Quadrille where De has asked us to use the word groove. Our older child found these grainy yearbook photos of us. I’ll have to look for some better photos.