© Christopher Raine

Dashboard Vinyl

Our exhaust 

trailed behind us 

black pavement drawing 

grease pencil lines 

on smooth butcher paper 

while shimmering air danced 

making love to the horizon

the scent of dashboard vinyl

played like an old record

in the passenger seat, she smiled

her hair restrained beneath a silk scarf

eyes hidden beneath dark glasses

the wind buffets at that speed

making conversation impossible

but it didn’t matter; we didn’t need any

ahead blue skies kissed the clouds

while the sun god laughed

tomorrow was always ahead

yesterday in the rearview mirror

and the in-between

a distant memory