She Races

She races cars
and hearts
and parts
the clouds
to reveal
the gentle face
of the moon.

At night
she tumbles
down
the wild surf,
sea-foam in
her hair and

when you open
the door to
the sun-kissed
morning
she’s there.

This is inspired by one of my friends- yes, I know a sea-foam woman!

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