We are needles,
threading across
pavement roads
in secluded lands
behind mountains...
behind mountains...
we weave in and out on quad-wheeled boards.
Bumping along,
zig-zagging.
The sun is setting, and
her final rays
dance with us, as
they too,
thread through the thin tops of trees,
shimmering down,
casting resplendent light
upon the beautiful patchwork of
joyful contentment
we create
as we
as we
speed
down
hill.
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