© 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 rear view mirror
and the in-between
a distant memory