Driving is like a meditation
A long snake in the grass
With blue-green eyes that gleam
Winding along a road that twists and turns
Its way for miles
She smells the view and tastes
the sound of fog rolling in
Mile after mile
Early, and then, later
The sun
As if meant for Annie alone
peeks through her windshield as she drives.
There is no time for idle thoughts now,
for Annie is on the lam,
telling no one but the wind
and eight elephant seals;
they bark and laugh, mocking
her secret journey
Once in Big Sur, she'll call him;
She'll call John and tell him
about the fresh beet and citrus salad
she ate in Cambria.
The coffee wasn't so good, but c'est la vie!
Si tu m'aime, tu viennes la prochaine fois
If you love me, you'll come next time.
If you love me, rain will come.
Like when we were in Paris:
We ate and slept well, there, didn't we?
The winding road of intuition
brings us back to life.
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