The mist of cranked trouble diseased down
through the bridges and junctions
twisting and confusing the drivers
drizzing heavily down across the windscreen
the car pulled over and accusations accelerated
a sudden argument and reversing down the side of the road
back from where we came like a error undone
a mistake rewound from it's origin
Then in tense silence back onto the correct path
No joy or elation at having found the way
Just a quiet awkwardness compounding with wach kilometer
As if the right direction was an expectation not an aim
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