From Paris <br />to the Costa del Sol <br />we drove <br />in my dilapidated convertible <br />in the springtime of our lives <br />down a long, straight Roman road <br />tunneling through pines <br />on into Spain <br />drifting through Madrid, Granada, Sevilla <br />then to Málaga <br />the top down <br />Colette and Serge <br />perched on the seat backs <br />waving to the earthbound <br />as we sailed through small towns <br />on our way to the sky.<br /><br />Richard Greene<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/driving-to-the-sun/
