Mistaken Identity
I thought it was the wind
roaring like a lion
Dressed in golden helment
With goggled eyes
And
Silvered streaked body
Glimmering in the spot light
Of morning sun...
Until it - fast moving thing
Braked to a halt at the red light
And I saw it was you and
Your Honda
Traveling south!
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