Sunset stripes its cloud hedges,
gilds with glares
our ring road. Sky signs,
white-on-blue, spin cars
like Bohr’s electrons in
opposing shells.
Cross words fly; we fence at
barriers, switch
lanes, probe for gaps in the
weave of traffic.
From a thrown butt end sparks
bounce off tarmac.
Giant numbers, red and flashing,
further
fix our speed. In circling one
another
will we collide and scatter next
time round?
Or pass at safe distance,
repelled by waves
of recognition? Wheels within a
wheel,
knowing the limits of
uncertainty.
vii.2012
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