Michel
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.
Black.
And then,
I bottled it.
I can still remember.
First published in Silver Birch Press, Song Series, November 2015
http://www.pikerpress.com/article.php?aID=8256
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