Driving

As wheels crest top of hill.

I could fly

Into sky of tinted blue.

Careen down to the green

Brushed with golden sheen

Of setting sun.

A perfect heartbeat palpitation,

Giving validation.

I escape.

Dead mall landscape

Banished.

Vanished in rear view.

Windshield vision

Framing new sight.

No blight

Flying on wheel wings

Heading for my true,

Into the blue.

© Grapher Feb 2013