It was 1962, Wichita, Kansas. My Dad surveyed the front yard—a very big front yard, a grim look on his face. "Weeds," he pronounced sullenly, as if our front yard had become the equivalent of a ... [+]
We’re in love
like sunshine love
like You get locked out of the house
and I open the door and look at You
and say
what’s Your name
You tell me
You’re smiling
You ask my name
I tell You
I say
I like You
You laugh
and say
I like You
I say
would You like to come in
It’s your house
You say
yes