steed with two wheels

growls humbly

in the morning luster

as the grooves in my boots

clench hard to the dirt bike's body

i flick my wrist

like a piano player

in a soft passage

and my mellow gunning it

slinks through the valley

waking bird and beast

a mellow prelude

to the growing day

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

fat smoke gusts through the air

a spinning motion

rubber on soil

the ramp gets bigger

in the eye of the tire

now

rubber on plywood

the plywood creaks

the rider guns it

fat smoke sprays out the back

rubber on air

sick air is gotten

rubber thumps back on dirt

the fat smoke clears

and the rider guns around

to do it all again