We stared at the stars.
Searched for and found the Big Dipper.
You laughed when I said
there’s no way it can hold water.
I smiled myself when you whispered
It’s our constellation, anyway.
This was written in 1976, after spending a most memorable night with a high school girlfriend. Nothing steamy happened, but we were together and as close as any two people could be. Thanks for sharing this memory with me.