spencer circle by feel

we go 15 mph on spencer circle
the road is of mud and windy and coy
the trees and sky are faint behind
ditches and snowdrifts form our track 
she breathes and gazes stoic
she likes the heated leather seats
aiding needed relaxation 

we roll slow up to the doe, unsurprised
she ambles out the road 
her mate to our right looking on like whatever 
good thing we’re sober we both comment 

then i kill the headlights and proceed
spencer circle rises purple
the horizon pops like in a 3D children’s book
dark silver cotton clouds alight across the sky
we are happy 
or content i guess 
almost at one with the backcountry 
but with the benefit of seating, warmth and kinship 

back in town, i admit i like my erratic sleep
as a final bastion of derangement
i fear a healthy lifestyle 
she reassures me that i’ll never be normal 
i softly punch her thigh and let my fist sit there 
as long as is passable 

we say goodnight 
both a little more at ease 
and closer to eye to eye