Spritz Sprint – Joy Reid

Rain changes course, spas-
modi-
cal
as if traversing an invisible road
swerving left,
switchbacking right
powering through the Dolomites –
Passo di Stelvio –
as if hunch-riding masters of cylinders,
head well-defended behind fragile windshield were
haunch-shifting north and slewing south,
corkscrewing careless-dare-devilish
till
rare ambivalence of dervish swirl,
then
of-a-sudden,
simply
still.