The sun heated highway,
Burned black,
Stretching in front of my car
Like an old fashioned licorice stick,
Embraced the tires.
The car strained where
The rubber met the road,
And the stench of hot metal
Caused my skin to loosen,
Like the hot summer sun
On my head.
The hard-driving, pulsating tires rolled
As I clenched the wheel in my sweaty hands,
'N th' wind in my sunstreaked hair
Was just the release I needed.....
Until I saw him,
Standing on the roadside,
Thumb outstretched......
I felt the hot tires bump
As I pulled
To the side of the road......
Scarlett Treat
June 5,2007
Scarlett Treat
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