The slight run of engine spluttering
Car exhaust washing the air
With white bellows,
Sharp, swooning turns
And torn yellow fields
Carved into golden hills
Blistering rubber in pavement
Momentum carry, thus far and free
Beautiful pair of blue
Glistening sky pinned beneath
The sunny glare
Idle, the passengers sit
While the car flies in great fit
Propel on, rail roads skidding
Grasp the wheel
Yet we sit in idle
Eyes roaming over the horizon
Tracing the yellow lines in direction
Windows rolled down
Like thoughts exposed unknown
Clean air ambush and snare
Our cheeks, our faces
Our hair blown in reminiscent flare
Sunlight blinds the past
Speckled roads glitter in suspension
No need to utter
The moment might simmer then sputter
Just carress the figment of time
And adventure flashing
Clarity and sublime