Monday, July 29, 2013

Honda—

Weaving 
strategically—past 
stagger-
ed
battalions 
of orange-
glaring traffic 
cones under 
new Monday sun—

my old 
trusty gold 
horse is 
purring 
and
perfect-
ly 
beaming—so happy and
quick after 
down days 
to 
zoom me 
so
fast fast fast
fast! past the motion-
less 

past—
which sounds now 
only just 
like so much 
wind gushing 
in from her flung-
open 
body of 
orifices laughing.

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