Final

She was willing to pose on a beautiful lit day.
But it took me two months to finish.

I fell in love
A second time
With plastic
Montana green
Floating along dotted lines
Wind playing with my hair
Climbing hills
In first gear
Engine noise filling my ears
Hugging cobblestones
Like asphalt
Then deserts
60,000 kilometers
Without breakdowns
Or flats
Why did I sell her
Resembling a divorce
Left are memories
My Méhari

2020 was the worst year of locusts attacks.