wandering through leaf strewn memory
we sidled up to ambiguity
    this western-movie cinegraphics
          shoot em up
    with car chase scenes
you spilled your Sprite
   on the girl in the next row
      we ambled out
like two raccoons
on an evening stroll
   but we did stop for
Whoppers
or was it
 Milk Duds?
  hard to say
 memory is a fickle thing
  I know we spent all your money
 and had to walk home
 but it was lovely rain soaked evening