Subaru's Potion Number 9

tracing the contour of the hill side
windows down, music up
around curves I glide

second to third, third to fourth
throw forth, then back
release the clutch

slide the crest

and punch it

hedged bets on razors edge
tires caressing an alchemy ledge

pistons churn
fuel burns
intercooler cools
turbo spools

released from the apex
centrifugal force pulls

rubber grips asphalt
asphalt wears tire
screeching meets ear
at the crescendo of
a sixty five hundred
rev quire

redwood and pine frame the motion
whipping left and right

I unleash, the
highway 9 potion