borderlands

The colors won't be still
meandering in water
              Don't look for the lines
                                      believe anyway.

Sounds blend, accents bend
into no particular shape
              Know with eyes
                                and hands.

Flags frayed at the edges
hang crooked from balconies
​              The sun softens
                            all mountains.

Sisters dark and patient
pierce the gleaming windshield
               There is infinity in you
                                              they say.

On driving through the foothills to the Pyrenees.