Lorries pass us, kick up spray as
we drive through this grey dream,
this other element,
grey road grey sky edges blurred.
Trees and fields fade grey away
through rain;
the world is washed out, disappears
between the windscreen wipers beat
and stroke /
the systole / the diastole
the beat, the beat that
keeps us clear.
We accelerate into it,
buoyant feel real
exhilaration.
The grey waters part
and LOOK, overtaking
us it
flashes fast past,
a red RED car.