there she rode
down the road
staying inside the line
tonight she decided to be free
to let down her hair
and ride between the yellow
eyes cold and wind in face
her wingspan at capacity
and I just watch
until she becomes half
then a dot
until the horizon consumes her
here I sit still
many seasons later
waiting for her to circle the block
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 12:09 AM UTC
there she rode
down the road
staying inside the line
tonight she decided to be free
to let down her hair
and ride between the yellow
eyes cold and wind in face
her wingspan at capacity
and I just watch
until she becomes half
then a dot
until the horizon consumes her
here I sit still
many seasons later
waiting for her to circle the block
Don't wait (too long)
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