I raced the dawn this morning
faster than light around the corners,
up the hills and down the dales...
Must have been faster, I was in shadow,
the light behind me spreading, stretching
never catching even a glint in the mirror
as I drove full force for home.
The road was clear, so empty and
so fast it took me with it, up and down
around, across and under all the
roundabouts, aspinning in their
grey gleam of light approaching,
not quite touching, not quite day;
just dawn playing drag and tag
with me across the waking land.
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I love this type of experience you describe MC! An open road, a fast car and just me. A great feeling you exhibit in this poem, reminds me of the country stretches about these parts. The Isles of Scilly would be similar as I am in cornwall and it is a chip off the old block. Smiling at you, tAi