Blue Honda CRX

Blue Honda CRX
1988

His snappy little car
turns into our drive
Bird’s 14-year-old
eyes so big
boredom forgotten

Our lives collided
three weeks ago
This, the first date
My trembling hands
What if they don’t 
like each other?

Cautious introductions.
Bird’s gaze slides
back to the car
Those blue eyes notice
look my way, checking.
Linger.
His soft deep voice,
aimed at my son
Want to go for a spin?
Bird swivels toward me
Sure, I say offhand,
heart thundering