Madness On The 4th Of July

I don't know how I got there.

A series of poor choices, I'm

sure. There I was, on the back

of a thrown together dirt bike,

my arms around a crazy man,

roaring down the highway

at 90 passing a motorhome

shooting fireworks out of

the roof. I thought I was riding

my broom too close to the ground,

and being chased by the stars.

Can't remember how I got home.


~Sabrina