Sonata
The third movement was less
obvious-
its sound rooted in the quietude
that often passes as peace, but is really
just a pause in fighting.
Out For a Drive
The flames rise on either side of the curves
and the fall wind threatens to spread the colors
about the ground.
The asphalt with shapely hips allures countless lookers
trusting the calendars will not deceive them
or waste their valued weekend.
A new delight awaits past each camber;
imperial topaz and alexandrite flickers in the autumn sky
subdued only by the occasional rust, tan or brown filament. 
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