christy moffitt - Summertime

Endless ashphalt under construction with cracks to create character.
Surrounded by color.
Green
Looking up to silent blue with a touch of cotton.
As I pass numerous amounts of painted plastic with rolling rubber.
I am in a zone.
Going under amenites built by ancient man.
Pausing for unleaded, I return to the rugged gray.
Travelin to the beautiful, exotic, F-L-A!
With large masses of steel fortelling what is to come.
My soul becomes anxious.
I realize time is fleeting as I increase speed.
Yet speed is relative.
Elated not to see flashing blue, I proceed.
Listening to the sound waves of the electric guitar from talent taken
too soon.
and
Changing it up to a fast paced poetry with a fire beat.
I am ridin! ! ! ! !

christy moffitt

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