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
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