driving towards the moon
on a sunday afternoon
in a ripple of sun cloud sun
blue sky november
and i remember
how much i love to be here
heading straight for
somebody’s somewhere
with you hanging there
just west of a smile
guiding me through
orange cones and smashed
pumpkins
and i remember
when i thought i’d arrived
it was raining, you wore red
and smiled and waved
as i drove straight through
