In Bright Sun

A long hot ribbon of black asphalt as the hot sun beats down upon it it goes straight as a ruler across the land with shimmering mirages upon it seen a glittering form of clean lines appears coming from far away without a sound that can be heard quickly it moves towards me here a quiet murmur deep dark sound growing quickly rumbling now as silver car grows in my sight hurtling quickly towards me now sharp square lines of headlights and grill flowing back raking into rising windshield smooth hard lines flow unto its tail planes and lines in glaring light through the glass I can see auburn curls and waves flowing long smooth white skin forming curbs rising from low-cut white with thundering roar it flies by passing wind flutters my clothes scent of jasmine and roses fill the air as it flashes going on pass me going on down ribbon straight shrinking dwindling fading from sight roar does dwindle and fades away as the car disappears from view