A fast blue car,
a smooth road,
the metalic bumpers
steered mountains
passive,
into a lost route
over a garden bay.
One remembrance
kept me alive
whilst the motor sped
round the corner,
white wheels dust free.
Sousse,
dark seas cleared,
a pale reflection
without your love
between that view,
for I had your embrace,
your attention.
Over time we’ll take
the course inland
as native observers,
climb above sea-level,
just to recall the colour
of an autumn tributary.
