tarmac
bears my threads with ease
as i speed
toward fortuitous expectancy
a recollecting
of caliper gripped curves
words with treads
that betray a crossing
on walks
pedestrian in ways
and we burn the learned
with audacity
and still the need
of a feverpitch breeze
a reverie
where stars twirl strands
made by hand
~
© M.G. Iannucci 2019