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My Harley and I

Take a trip to 575

Loose form for this ride



Blacktop highway dream

Passing up remembering

Paving memories


No time for stopping

Starvation is quickening

The clock is fasting


Leather drinking sweat

Shangri-La in the desert

  Liquid sun hi ball


The windscreen and I

See clear the destination

Futuristic scene


The dark vision stare

Warm mid summer sleepy air

Night rides through day dreams


The pipes grow tired

The steel feels fatigue

My bike exhausted


Light is our alarm

Sleep has taken the sunset

The dawn awakens


Passing the tall tree

Green screams into the glass

Mirroring nature