Gold Road

lemon light of afternoon washing
everything with the hue
of old memories

serene sky and flat blue
water flashing fierce gold
tree leaves softened I could
brush them on my cheek

not thinking where the car
takes me I am driving forever
into the pale yellow of infinite
summer afternoons

where there is no night only soft
gentle trees the blue of water
shining like a sequin

link ⇔ 09 Feb 2002 { Poems }