Valkyrie on Wheels

Valkyrie on Wheels

A long haired blond woman,
She steps off her shiny steed.
A cloud of dust hides the sun,
Is it a mirage in the heat?

She shrugs off her leather jacket,
All eyes turn to stare,
At tattoos snaking up her arm,
And her golden hair.

Sharp features, and a sharper tongue,
Her broken textured skin.
She is exquisitely beautiful,
And weathered by the wind.

A momentary sigh escapes her lips,
The scotch burns it's way down.
She watches the rusty blades of the old fan,
In a lonely bar, in a deserted town.

The future lies a vast expanse,
She takes her life by the hand.
Choosing a nomadic existence,
A native in a foreign land.

She thinks about her way of life,
About the time she spends.
The road, it curves and bends,
But it never ends.

They race together towards the sun,
A woman and machine fused.
A slender form on a muscular frame,
At dizzying speeds they cruise.

She's a blur, a fleeting glance,
A closer look reveals,
Golden hair riding along the wind,
And a woman on two wheels.

- Arvind (8-10-2007)


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