North Of Bordeaux

And we'll stop at the side of roads
with wives in white dresses
who smile into the sky,
red hair in bobs and sunglasses,
with rings of black
hiding divorce and loneliness at the very back.

Bleak walls of white offer solitude to the single parent,
holy antenna spires that break cement ceilings
reaching for God and truck stop safety leaflets somewhere north of Bordeaux.

She's the soul driver with soles of sandals that contrast with her dress:
blue with fabric swirls-
got dressed in the dark is my only guess.

Hopper would've drawn here,
I'll lend her my ear.