Six stripes of yellow mark a road
Street and curb and leaves, slow-shifting faded fall
Crisp cool cerulean above, adrift
Alone although within a crowd, wonderful wanderings
Slow and shift and drift along the way
Time stops.
A biker drifts the street
Once more the stream ignites.
Six stripes of yellow mark the streetside while
The wind blows wild, skittering, skipping on
Rattles the rusted leaves along the lane
Which swirl and dance and swing the day away
High heartbeats skitter
Oh-o-woah-o-oh
Deep drumbeats boom, bringing a brawny base.
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