I’m driving into poetry:

the blue of deep time
hang from parachute rain squalls
their slope and fuzz

but here
among paddocks
and a beaten black road

the sun sends lace
perfect as chivalry
to rest
on the shifting grass feathers

I'm driving
and I'm crying
beneath a tousled sky

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