If you come to a fork in a road, take it

for Mark

Listening,
once again,
to Miles, driving.

Miles,
oh Miles,
taking the Pharaoh

through
autumny scapes
in awesome rhythm.

Me,
feeling scared,
inadequate at times,

all
these decades
worried I'm not

hearing
the same
things as Miles.

Me,
driving scared,
loving him madly.

But I am.