a poem by Charles Fisher, UK

Of a peck on the cheek
On the open road. Backdrop
Mountain with a waterfall
Stop for rest after a journey;
Through the road that cuts,
Into the hinterland. Her
Arms wrapped around his shoulders
Both saddled on the motorbike;
Helmets at their sides:
Back at that moment in time
A time when there were no traffic jams;
In the hinterland. Long pleasure roads,
Winding bends with bewilder trees,
And rivers with marshland untouched
Old fashion road maps, read the road
Of long ago. The road map slow
No rush to speed on the open road
Her fingers stroke the photograph,
That seems to last
Last a long time;
Back on the open road

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