As we drive

Straight lines are like
persistent
grey summer days.
Never forget how they
tend to subsist in our transient
memory
though we prefer
ultra insular blue skies
as if representing an ever returning
close relative
from childhood
dear
fostering safety, confidence, inner warmth.

Oblique lines are
charismatic
they grab you and take you along
as majestic ocean waves do,
shaking heart bits,
lifting us up, dancing curved
melodies
like lovers in naive
orbits
talking French
kisses,
using skin as
emotional media.

As we drive
sharing
we become silent
give our talk
some rest.
Only the mind keeps working
daily puzzles
thinking
nonsense is an amazing brain
anti-oxidant.