Eyes on the road
speedo needle hovers
a dragonfly.
The bridge yawns beneath me
stretching left and right, its sands run
to ancient horizons.
Brake and shift down, down to the turn
the south river road
a scrunch of bluemetal, then wind it back on.
White rivergums
pink bougainvillea
blur past my elbow
as the motorcycle hums that half-remembered tune
that long blue summer tune
that fleeting illusion of freedom.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
THAT FLEETING ILLUSION OF FREEDOM
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Half remembered tune? Illusion of freedom? Sounds like it's time you got back on it, my man! Just the ticket to shake the cobwebs out!
Nice pome, tho', eh?
Yea verily! I'm blowing out cobwebs even as we speak! Ta.
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