Whirls of joyous flames
kiss the sky.
They blur across my vision
as the wind nips at my nose.
Flowers of human creation
blooming around me
as the sky turns dark.
The windows are down,
hair streaks to and fro
across my vision.
Cutting the bright spirals
into strobed sections.
**This poem is on display in the city of Montpelier at Petals and Things for PoemCity 2015!**
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