Victory Ride Under a Sunlit Sky

She lifts two fingers high, a sign of light,\nThe chrome replies with morning’s burning flare;\nHer hair, unbound, becomes the road’s own kite,\nAnd summer writes its promise in the air.\n\nThe engine hums a hymn for open days,\nPalm shadows dance along the fevered street;\nBehind her shades, the world turns molten haze,\nAnd freedom keeps the rhythm of her beat.