Intersection

Dim tail lights
of which
I'd barely been
conscious of
being embedded
in the background
of the last ninety
flat miles
suddenly
flare red
against deep
indigo violet
dusk
pour out
their persistent
image
leave
a pool
of illusory
colour
shimmering
and lapping
against
shoulders
of black asphalt
at the distant
point ahead
where
dark swallows
an unknown car
only marked by
a faint trail
of dust
drifting back from
the secondary intersection.