4.24.2011

thick dirt crunches in the morning mist
her wild eyes shoot a glare at the daunting ramp
she accelerates with gusto
trumps the ground
the distant mountains echo with the sounds of gunning it
as the dirtbike rumbles fast
she rocks a deep landing
and she can hear the thump echo
the mountains, her audience, send their approval with massive claps
sole dirtbike but no rider
no rider but the dirtbike's soul
with humanity gone,
she rides, still