Maine Turnpike Honeymoon
The bride driving then,
hours later, when I passed the car the second time.
No doubt about its being the same well-used Chevrolet --
Impala, or perhaps Caprice,
"JUSTMARRIED" scrawled across the back window.
Earlier, in Connecticut,
he was driving -- smiling,
looking at her, then the highway, then her. Now
he was asleep in the passenger seat, head turned away,
and she was chewing gum, fiercely,
steering with both hands tight on the wheel,
It didn't seem to me like
a good start.