pop softly against the
stale earth
rejuvinating the soil
into mud
it froths like latte milk
and spreads over the surface
of the arizona desert
a headlight beam
smeared
in the distance
its ray choked
by the wet air
a diminutive candle
meanwhile
the rider's hair is matted
fresh mud finds its way into the helmet
the motor purrs defiantly
and blazes through
the pellets of rain
they pop loudly against
the accelerating dirt bike's frame