Traveling through northern France
with Michel driving.
The Beatles singing on the radio,
“Michelle, my belle”.
A sky of uniform grey,
dark, dark grey.
And then,
a surprise rainbow.
And then,
to one side,
a helicopter 
outlined black.
Mosquito like.
And then,
I bottled it.
I can still remember.

First published in Silver Birch Press, Song Series,

Reprinted in http://entropymag.org/variations-on-a-theme-michel/


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