Dashboard Lights

Dashboard Lights

Her honey hair gleamed
In the dashboard lights
A lascivious smile trembling
Across her face.

“I’m no saint”
She said.
“Don’t think I am.”

Seventeen.
A year of magic
Complete with the class ring
I gave to that lovely
Unsaintly girl
In my dashboard lights.

That ring
Apparently was the ticket
To a variety of thrills.

Seventeen.
A year of foolishness
Complete with false feelings
Rooted and sealed
Glowing bright
In dashboard lights.

The next morning
I found my class ring
Deposited in the pocket
Of my letterman jacket.

I learned to not trust
My wayward emotions
Or
Pretty girls in
Dashboard lights.