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2021, 6*, afternoon, billboard, Birmingham, cars, digital, gaze, grey, industry, motorway, passing, sky, smoke, steel, streetlight, sun, sunset, thinking, time, travelling, velcro, William Turner
in my car I pass
vehicles and lamps
under adjoining grey skies
after neon billboards
hook my gaze like
passing velcro
I lower the blind
to the afternoon sun
(although it stays just left),
no matter, there was
a single rising twist
of industry which
would never conjoin
with the steely sunset
as Turner might have it
driving up through Birmingham on the M6 to see my daughter…
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
afternoon & travelling wormhole: meanwhile
cars wormhole: riders of the night
grey & smoke wormhole: ‘‘she shook the sweets…’
motorway wormhole: prelude: // travel
passing & sky & sun wormhole: under the blue and blue sky
streetlight wormhole: ‘not sure …’
sunset wormhole: http://boiled spangle with soft centre
thinking wormhole: a far grander / Sangha
time wormhole: Journey
mlewisredford 
I adore “hook my gaze like/passing velcro”. This is subtly brilliant, because we think of the velcro ripping away from its hooked adhesion as the car moves along.
And doesn’t always the afternoon sun stay “just left” after we’ve adjusted the blind?
“…there was a single rising twist of industry…” Something you forgot? Something that is missing? The industry of nature, or of the mind…hypnotized by the road and the monotonous scenery?
The final stanza I love. Turner’s sunsets, something not living up to expectation, and never the twain shall meet. The loss of voice as the moment gives way to a blaze of color.
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Mark, I have enjoyed this ride a few times now, also, thanks for the introduction to Turner.
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hook my gaze like/passing velcro
Great line and strangely warm poem.
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delivered on the day the temperature in the UK broke records … but I suppose you didn’t mean it like that …
thanks
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Nice to hear you scurrying through the dust my friend…..
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