curves and the driving of them,
humpbacked, back packed
for Appalachian smokestacks
that will not be un-hidden of hill,
foot pedal will, moonwater still laced
angel faced high on sassafras and ginger rocks
the mountain top surface climb,
meadow find the peer ridden grass
whiskey pass the moth light,
crystal gaze of star ridden escapades
masquerades at the tree line,
Macbethian riddled brew.
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