Young Loving Folks

A Poem

They went with them because they don’t have a car

said they need to escape this humanoid hive

it doesn’t feel right to see only one star

as you look up and wait for your life to arrive.

They set out at six with eight layers of clothes

packed away in their bags, out the city they drove

cross the valley, then up, where the homes sit in rows

past the wealth and the worry to their own treasure trove.

While others made camp they slipped away into the dark

away from the shouting and smoking and jokes

and sat under a tree with some tales in his bark

and kept quiet and close, just two young loving folks.