ahead. A double O of his eyes overlaps
2 flat films to produce
a stereo-vision of a direction he goes

in. 4 black rubber rings that sing
slick revolution make
contact with hares' brea(d)ths; locations

slim as a flashed badger-spectre; pop
-ulations of hopes & worries squashed
to a thin instant a fox-brush was tugged

into a background's black lattice. Micro
-seconds of places flick
past their glints of cats, sticks, lit wind Os, 

lampposts, night-bycyclists; props
of a million crammed
in dramas of lifes slip across a cow

-catcher of windscreen; a shield
that deflects accelerated
air but allow light's solid property, its sub

-stantial collateral, to penetrate
his car-interior's
warm yolk. The road ahead is now

naked. After a village a national speed

            limit's zero declares 
            its diagonal - he puts
            his foot down. 
            And her smile
            is what he drives
            along: a long
            way of her
            voice; a journey
            of her kiss
            and its slick
            bends. Trees 

on a verge, solid & rooted, are promises a road 
passes-by; letters in a love 
letter his double-eye brush against as they flow along 

rivers between & below a texture of a road's surf.