Right It Poem by marc molchan

Side Step it
take to ride
enter the pocket rocket
the plated breeze flows by
alert to
spent fuel
the tyres grin
squeals to a stop
the mirror the gaze
aero package
and stiff cornering
fog lights
the beam of the dash
so swift shifter
into the light nightly
darkness pays the souls
we are rewarded in our times
spent on the earth?
but know we what
its all about
maybe in circulars, motion
we carry our amity aloft