Four of us
in a mini
driving to Morocco
from London
take driving in turns
but boys drive first
then my turn in Toledo
dark night
car filled with gentle sleep
three passengers eyes closed
lost in Toledo
transfixed by El Greco
the moody night
no sign posts
it was 1968
circling
more circling
eventually an escape route
hours later
somewhere else in Spain
drowsy passengers stir
not knowing they had been lost
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