We smoke weed

1958 Impala
Convertible ride
Magic air
We smoke
Weed

She sighed and looked and rolled over
Marijuana smoke
Finds a draft
We smoke
Weed

“You got some sprouts in there,” he grinned
Took it in, despite
Wonderous
We smoke
Weed

Unseen movements, laughing, won’dring
Open vent pipe blows
Cool air soothes
We smoke
Weed

“Tomorrow is another day,”
She whispered softly,
Lost in thought
We smoked
Weed