Crashbox

6:20am
Homebound...
An orange sunrise against leaning palms
Gilds my rear view mirror
The dear moon is awash
Amid a brushstroke of parchment cloud
And crying gulls
The Eagles bleat softly
From the wooden boxes
Scattered about the car
Roslyn hums peacefully
Against the grooved concrete
(She babysat Calvin though,
Not Suzie...)
A rainbow hangs ghostly
Over rusty oil rigs
And a light rain
Weeps on the windscreen
But I am too comfortable
To reach the wiper knob...