She had a black Volkswagen Jetta, with tints.
It couldn’t have been the awkward turquoise
or the more pronounced red.
No, it was black.
It’s been a year or so now but let me tell you,
there’s a lot of Jettas on the road.
Most of them an uninteresting dull black.
You see them at drive-thrus and
zipping by on highways
or you’re stuck behind them at red lights
with all the windows tinted black.
Every time I see I wonder
if she in there, seein’ me,
in the million and one that passed,
with dark windows, tinted black.