Popping the clutch with each start,
speeding here and there, eyes never part
from the wheel and road. Breaking
never occurred, only lurking
through trees and such.
One day, she ran out of luck
taking a detour, unplanned of course.
It hit her with the greatest of force
a stunning sight for sure, seeing
with the wondrous eyes of Christmas morning
to a child just old enough to know,
yet young enough to believe its magic is bestowed
only for her. With a sense of entitlement
she gulps what is offered, the pungent,
the sweetness and the earthiness
luring her into a trance.
Melting in its embrace,
she makes love to the world
without regard to protection,
grateful for blowouts and imperfections.
