Utrecht is pouting
this tedious morning.
I drive on its lower lip
puckered with traffic.
Further north, curving,
the A1 is an eyebrow
leading to the eye,
Amsterdam and its ring,
with its old harbour,
nose clogged with fumes.
The Heuvelrug
humps its back.
I ride its measured waves
valley in, hill out,
past the eyelashes
of speed cameras,
the spine of the A27
stretching further south,
its tip curving into Breda,
medieval city of kings.
Leaving Rotterdam later,
I snake into the A29,
the knots of two highways
and twelve hours of work
loosening behind me,
as I cruise and review
the hours, the distances,
eager for sunrise,
another day giftwrapped
in asphalt ribbons.
Two more weeks of the summer, and then, ready or not, it's back on the road and to work. Seriously speaking, of course I'll be ready. These two weeks to go will nevertheless remain a treat, for sure.
2 comments:
I like "giftwrapped," which leaves the question of tone ultimately up to the reader.
Anyway, thanks for the tour of one of my favorite countries.
Thanks, Bill. Starting tomorrow, Ella the Lone Ranger rides again - the schoolyear begins at the Police Academy in Apeldoorn and I'm out of the house at 5 a.m. I hope you're enjoying your summer holiday.
summer rain
under our grapevines
two blackbirds
:>) Ella
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