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Pillion Angel

At 67mph balancing
Tarmac and cross winds

I didn’t need to look
I felt you there
wrapped lightly around me
like some invisible thread
in my head

I was talking to you
in old familiar tongues
overcoming the odds
of everything
that stood in our way
unaware
of power failure

slowing down

slowing down

slowing down

slowing down

then a CLUNK,
the “oh no”

We disembarked
By the curb
You turned the reserve fuel switch you stroked my arm
The engine fired back to life

I climbed back on your wings opened gliding back up to speed

as light in your eyes
illuminates
the road ahead.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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