RAINE REFLECTIONS

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© 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