Speeding down the road at sixty klicks,
The tires hiss across the mist of summer rain,
Water craters, bursting fields of instant flowers
Blooming, gone, blooming, gone, blooming -
A hydroflorilogical bombardment.
A moment's distance up ahead
A mouse comes into sight,
Leaping, twisting, flopping, turning, leaping,
Threading inbetween the falling water balls.
Hoping, trying, hoping, trying, hoping.
Then, in a flash -
Beneath the car.
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