Evening Drive

the mustang muscles

its way up the hill

Revs past the

Second hand drinkers

Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock

That felt like limericks

But tasted like limes

The color hunter green arrow

Green arrow

Or spring leaf

or envious Kermit

or shambles of zombies

This ride is taking

A length

of extraordinary time

Skipping music like rock(s)

Or The Stones

or cowboy lasso

Contributing artist: Eric B. Bishop

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