Driving at speed through a German wood.
Sunlight flashing between tall trees
Sudden glints of white steel
That hurt my eyes as I stare through straight lines
Of these sky breaching pine trees.
The flat blue calm of a distant lake
Offers peace where only speed seems relevant
As we climb towards our sunless destination
High above the tree line.
There only the turbulence of rock and cloud await us.
There even the pines seem small.
Driving at speed through a German wood
The living world appears an after thought,
Only the road ahead is real.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
August 30th. - 31st. - September 7th.2022.
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