Author:  jat sapphire
Contact:  [email protected]

Poem.  I bet you can guess who's speaking, but as he is not named there is no copyright problem.
 

West on Good Hope Road
 

West on Good Hope Road
(no particular day)
everything seems
smooth to me
but you

(driving) ask, "Do you
hear a knock?"  I
look out instead,
as sun sets
into

steepled clouds, grey
roofs over wine,
tree-lines dark,
a pink mist
lake

rippling below.  Let's
go there, a country
of dreams, sharp
and far, let's
drive:

knocks
there beat in
drums or thunder
or hearts, heavy only
with music like your songs.
 

*End*

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