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By Kindred_Spirit49 Date: 2013 Aug 23 Comment on this Work [[2013.08.23.08.17.18820]] |
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Legs stretched to the chrome as the wind sucks at his clothes pulling his sleeves up past the color…. .... tattooed on muscled arms and a cool chill touches his face as the shadows ..are cast long across the road the sun …. clinging to the sky just four fingers above the horizon while the heat….rising.. .. from the motorcycle engine is a welcome warmth upon the thighs ......there is an orange colored tinge to the leaves that dress the trees which now speed past on the side of the road and the wheat fields .....stand barren stripped of their summer cover of weeks ago.... .....the smell of fall is in the air and it’s coolness ... penetrates the gray beard and permeates the brain while the last butterfly of summer splatters against the white T-shirt and the dull ache in his shoulder from that crash last summer reminds the old biker winter is coming and the long ride of summer.... ...... is about over |