unabashedly naked

I’m standing at the edge

Where the white line suggests obedience

cream of white, startling the sun

a slap of wheels to cracked rock concrete

a moon shining straight ahead

there is no will if it is not free

push fast, push quick

I am not a tree

Sweet sweat streaks down

rosy tint in a rosy hat

the sun beating loud

 

 

 

 

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