Under a sky the colour of mother of pearl
we are travelling again
Crossing the everlasting Beauce
passing farms named Hazard and villages
called St Martin de la Mer which are
hundreds of miles from the sea.
Of all our ways, this is the surest,
our driving together
swapping fruit and water
picking a hotel for the night
and guessing, nearly to the minute,
what time we will arrive
in all these years
I guess we've driven to Australia
swapped Everest base camp for
good hotels with stunning food
found in the middle of nowhere
on roads of continuous hairpin bends
LMC 11Oct12
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