She Tells Me What She Thinks of Me (Another Fantasy)
Sitting Still on four tires you
fishtail every time you
enter hot
like an aimless dry wind
Exit in dust
that hides you
squeals you sends you
sounds you out
There is a quiet way you come
sometimes walking light
heel to toe
heal to toe
Feet like invisible magnets
You startle by noiselessness
by what at first seems salt-free
but reveals itself with full flavor
You never needed a vehicle
You are the vehicle
And whether you pour footsteps like meditation
or rip through the earth like a
siren
You startle
You are the vehicle
Travel,
turn the key
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you should visit. next week or this saturday....i'm not working fridays or next thursday and no sundays...so pretty much any other day...
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