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Evening Ride Carl Eugene Moore carlmoore@yahoo.com
Just after sunset Orange and yellow and red Highlight dark grey clouds Two chrome wheels spinning on the darkening road The speed limit signs change and change again Never over 45 No hurry to achieve an undesignated destination Warm wind yields to the cool air near forests Then warms again Wind blowing easily through what’s left of my hair Billowing my shirt sleeves, exiting around my ears The warm glow of the gauges on the burgundy fuel tank Grows brighter, comforting, As the cloak of night wraps around me Nineteen miles. Twenty miles. Twenty-one miles. Black asphalt slips easily below me A huge, orange moon rises in my right rear view mirror Playing hide and seek with black clouds Finding fifth gear quickly, easily, deliberately Calls forth the throaty rumble of tuned chrome pipes Too soon day yields to night Twenty-seven miles more on the odometer
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