He is one our companions.
Squeaks once when cars approach from behind.
Looks in the rearview mirror and knows what is coming.
We have four such companions on this trip who communicate in Morris code among other languages.
When he signals for large Winnebagos we pull over and wave.
We are in no hurry
And remember the tale of the tortoise & the hare
Curling their journey through the maps in our minds
Slow and melodic
Fingers on piano keys in the afternoon
Hier, j'étais dans Kitsilano et j'ai vu vélo qui avait un dinosaure bleu comme klaxon....je me demande si la tortue et le dinosaure pourraient bien s'entendre...qu'en pensez-vous Sylvie et Lily?
ReplyDelete