ordinary, alive

dusk
good music.
she felt the wheel

drumming, patiently
her foot thumped, echoes of the bass
across the seat

right of way
in the horizon
purples, and oranges, and pale yellow
hazed by stratus, nimbus...
distracted

squinting
you see her hair fall in her eyes
and breathe with her breath
track change
light change

faster, faster, wheels turn, beats, tempo

manual windows
a relic?
twisted down: breaking open
room for air
crisp, cold. unecessary air

open and free
the whoosh of heat, on the feet
windows down heat on the feet

she's alone
laughter, gasping
yells to the heavens

we're not sitting anymore
no, no my friend
we're moving
reds, and purples, and blues! let us see the stars.

the glint in her eye
abandonment

trigger finger on the wheel
her mind? on you