(Hopefully) 1 Poem a week for 52 weeks |
| Summer Haze Dave drove a DAF truck hauling heavy machinery down from Darlington to Birmingham right in the middle of the land due in at dawn after a three hour ride (more like two and a half with Dave's lead foot) radio burbling a bit of company not that he feels lonely independent in outlook is Dave cherishes the peace his cab provides and the private pleasures like watching the dawn unfold the particulates that permeate the periphery of the horizon pollution he images but delightful nevertheless as the summer sun stirs before making her grand entrance she sends forth long rays of light blood dark haze brightens to burnished gold heralding the breaking of another beautiful day Sighing with pleasure Dave shifts gear skilfully guides his cargo to its destination |