I was at spur of the moment poetry workshop Tuesday night and we wrote to a prompt randomized by guessing numbers and Freudian slips. Here’s my result, after some light editing.
I wish my car was purple
so it would match your hair,
flying from the passenger seat
as we speed along back roads,
past falling wisteria
and the sun subsides
in the western sky.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Hailey and I just read this together, and she is beside herself right now :)
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Glad you two like it. Thanks for the prompt!
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