right hand pointing

the road cups your grey Jeep

like a holy Stanleygrail
 

              humming streetlight

switches-on twilight's

umber-streaked sky; CKUA

wirelessly twangs the blues.

              I in my white Tempo

mesmerised, tap toes

in time, eyes parked on

your one red tail-light

             leading me through darkening,

apart in space yet

connected, never alone;

suspended in golden wakesleep

            behind your grey Jeep

 

I follow you forever,

home.