© Christopher Raine


Nirvana in Summer


The feeling of indifference
licks the city haze
stinking of diesel fuel
and groping, filthy fingers
the road dreams of tar
and brake dust,
but the wind caresses
while the top is down
with the lustful touch of
an easy lover,  the road
rubs against the rubber

moaning and droning
the blissful hum
of distance and speed
leaving the city behind
for the open road
get away!
anywhere but here
there is no distance
far enough!
no space
big enough!
the illusion of freedom
sweet and intoxicating
to drive off of the edge
of nirvana in summer