The Wild

We drove around
the city
in a beat up
used car
with no money
and
no direction.
Our love was
loud
and furious.
We drank
warm beer
on park benches
and lived
off fast food.
Her mother
hated me
and everything
was a blur.
We fought
all day
and made love
all night.
But that
old car
never
let us down:
it carried us
down avenues,
down highways,
out past
the city,
past the farms
and the graveyards,
deep out
into the
wild.