Friday, May 20, 2011

Desert Rockstar

You are
like
a
reclusive 
Rockstar.

We
look for you
- ever vigilant
 - ever watchful.

We
hope to catch
a glance,
a glimpse
of
you.

But
your speed,
your velocity
keeps us at bay.

Oooh, now we see you.
Darn, now we don't.

You
run 
so very
fast, fast, fast.

ZIP!

Lickity-split -
you
sprint
past us
- a blackish-gray blur.

After
you pass,
after
our brain
grasps the fact
that we
saw
you,
we mutter
in awe,
"Whoa, a road runner!"

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