Ride

in the half-light half-baked morning
said our goodbyes, watched the street
signs blurred by distance fold over
the horizon.
car tires grinding snow
to slush and forgiving the road
for beating back.
neck bent to the wind hurling against us
as we hurled ourselves against the great
green kansas tallgrass.
blacktop unfurled behind us stretched beside
and inside the lines, lions teeth chewed
the rubber, spit out a constant hum.