West On Good Hope Road

           by

        Jat_Sapphire

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.