Soaring down Ocean Parkway
Like wild bandits from a fresh robbery.
Windows down, exalting in wind’s rapturous song,
Hair billowing the savannah tornado….
Amber tunes lulling the motor metronome.
Abusing the concrete in infantile zeal,
Each RPM tick announcing conquest.
Senseless chatter in the deluge days,
Ripe existence in the lush contentment.
How we raged like ragged strangers of the world,
Foolishly owning the sun’s light—
Capturing innocence with a button’s pause,
Silence rang to old age’s kernel.
Vibrant ran our tumultuous blood,
Seeking thrills and sputtering emotional toils.
Find a similar addiction, a rapturous substitute---
For none looms in the Amber aftermath of youth.
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