Shadows spill across the road
as if trees have overturned
dappling in the sunlight
a flickering strobe
I progress with humming speed
a willing wheel obeys my touch
the glass before my face glares
bright, then quickly dims again
It is warm; it is cool
it is mid-day, then nearly night
Scenery changes with its mood,
as I travel a grounded flight
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