In Bright Sun Poem by William Kofoed

A long hot ribbon of black asphalt
as the hot sun beats down upon it
it goes straight as a ruler across the land
with shimmering mirages upon it seen

a glittering form of clean lines
appears coming from far away
without a sound that can be heard
quickly it moves towards me here

a quiet murmur deep dark sound
growing quickly rumbling now
as silver car grows in my sight
hurtling quickly towards me now

sharp square lines of headlights and grill
flowing back raking into rising windshield
smooth hard lines flow unto its tail
planes and lines in glaring light

through the glass I can see
auburn curls and waves flowing long
smooth white skin forming curbs
rising from low-cut white

with thundering roar it flies by
passing wind flutters my clothes
scent of jasmine and roses fill the air
as it flashes going on pass me

going on down ribbon straight
shrinking dwindling fading from sight
roar does dwindle and fades away
as the car disappears from view