Road

.

She rides gently on his back:
He rumbles softly -
Ggrummmph.

Humph.
Puffy
Poof!

She sticks her torso out the window
Index finger touching
Hair a-wildly
Entagled-y-blowing

Soon she'll roll right off his back
Choose this way - or that -
Into the clouds or
The wilderness black

Or crash - a-tumblin'

Wwhoooshh.
Wishy
Wash.

To his mirth.

Without him - she's nothin'

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