The rustic lane unwinds
its way from the mountain
like a lover leaving her man
after a lingering entwining kiss;
a solitary clump of bluebells
reflects aquamarine raindrops
on the hood of the passing car
like mirrors round as hazelnuts in the mist;
and as I ignore the windowed beauty
the weekend ending burns into my soul
leaving me wondering if, once I’m gone,
she’ll remember me with a cheer or a hiss.
Jak's View of Vancouver v.3 