Foreign Film

Sometimes

In the late afternoon

Work shelved for the day

Her body heaved into the Fiat

Bogged down

Bloated seated floppy cadaver

Steering towards its manger

Eager for rest and food

The radio clears its throat

Taps its baton and

Fills the tiny auto with music 

Piano notes sedately dot the dashboard, seats and driver

Landing serenely

Gracefully

The grey street scape turns soft yellow and

Dusk light floods through the  windshield

Immersing the driver in a sepia foreign film

Of secret love

Furtive glances and

Languid afternoons of

Forbidden sex

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