Overflowing

[from Summer Nights - Robert Adams]

We once wanted to be poor, but not too poor.
Connecting this country like Kerouac and thumbs,
pulling small town waitresses into backseats
and trailer park homes where the two of you would find
passion expanding between the locking of your bones
until morning would come to find you out on the road,
With your pockets empty except for your hands,
But your hands would be overflowing with your soul.

-Anis Mojgani