faster you go
quicker the air from my mouth
steeper your words
longer the look askance

it wasnt meant to be so interesting
that stretch of highway 9
trees and clouds reaching forever
hues of red and purple
chartruese and gold

you had the nervous look
i had the sweaty hands

still your brown dress in the breeze
lingers in my memory
and the smell of green
mixed with You

if only the road lasted forever;