Miles Past

Tue, 11/25/2014 - 14:10 -- Eyes37

My drive is singular, self-relient, unparalleled.
So please, back five feet away-
It is for your own safety.
She is composed of the finest leather seats;
She has headlights that blind the hemisphere;
Her engine holds all of the king's horses (the men are sleeping in the corner);
There is no other, there is no flaw, there is no blind spot.
Their bicycles are adorable.
Allow them their contentment in mediocrity-
This will be the momentary breeze,
miles down the road when you look up.
She has made many question if they had dreamt the chill.
Well, no.
But it was a pretty damn cool breeze.


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