Driving down the interstate again
with leapfrogging corvettes
and sauntering sedans
and one convertible.
Brown and red and green and white,
coupe and bug and pickup truck,
we all have our windows down
to share the rushing wind.
Tapping on the driver's panel door
or on the roof above his head
or coasting careless in the air
left-hand fingers dance.
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