"HiddenConspirator"
My hair wind-eddies streaked back at a comfortable seventy miles an hour
When a similar form appears
thumb up in recognition;
Recognition of the endless horizon secret of how to live.
Thumbs are passed around the highway in an endless blur.
Puttering around town in a behemoth VW van the engine lawnmowers my arrival
A greeting call to any other that may be near,
heads nod and hands wave,
Recognition of the freethinking lost past secret of how to live.
Heads clockwork around town, expressing their freedom in this rule.
Feet traipse me faster past a man magnificently cloaked leaving me to wonder
Where is that crooked smile,
bent up at the corner in recognition?
Recognotion of the off-kilter silently in your face secret of how to live?
When my cloak is off at home without me, have I lost my thunder?