Inane pop song blasting out of the car
Parked in the driveway
Everyone out
Doors open
Her brother and I dancing
Swinging
Crunching
Stomping
On a clear and brisk fall day
My eyes on her eyes
In between rolls
Eye rolls
Hers
Mine
Hers
Mine
Despite the screaming that prompted the loud music
She is smiling
And that makes all the difference
Between
Seven and
Seventeen
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