A photograph A maiden in a fairy tale A purple Harley in the wind She rides away and sings She's poetry in motion Poetry in motion She travels on a road Paved over her sweet voice Like a song or a poem in the wind Traveling on a human voice She's poetry in motion Poetry in motion And she says "Every moment Is just a drop from a timeless sea, Vanishing, like a woman on a Harley... Chasing the poetry in motion" Poetry in motion And she is America, Strong and proud and free The purple leathers hide A quivering vulnerability In the midst of the poetry in motion Poetry in motion And she is Like this moment That is gone and fallen to the sea Vanishing, and I run so futilely After the poetry in motion Poetry in motion