Red Kia
Red KIA on the road
Picked speed like a joke
Plucked leaves, cut the air
Left behind, kind of wake
I, an owl, cat, a mouse
Drove fast till I got
A glow in view.
Young and sharp
Offered race to start
She and I, ready-sharp
Kept passing each other.
But damn road parted us;
As it had united.
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