sun like a spur
spinning in the air
as the motor purrs
like a cat with warm milk
humidity 80%
but the soil is a crisp contrast
like a fresh brillo pad
waiting for the faucet's squirt
humidity 90%
i hit the gas
and the motor roars
like a lion with warm zebra
humidity 100%
i tear across the beaten path
and like a wet hoodie unzipped rapidly
water spits into the air
shaking mother nature to her senses
in the motor's wake
the rain pours down
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