After
This twist of highway
An orange peel
Winding
Slowly
Down
From the horizon line
Reflecting red-gold
Autumn colors
Scintillating
Shifting
Mirage-like
Flickering
Across
Paved
Surface
Retreating
As you
Advance
Around the Corner
But not from memory
And you smile
As the ribbon winds its way into your heart
And tattered hopes
Are woven anew