My 31 Poetry Challenge from Daisy Knox

Road Trip

Lilting, tilted, curled and bending
Darkest ribbon
Beckons onward

It rises, ascending, lifting, taking
Forcing me up, up, up
Black and gray forever climbing
So long to reach the top

Sun shines down
Close enough to touch
Fast and free

Follow, racing, speeding onward
Through the grass and trees
From gently sloping countryside
Back to reality

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