Around the bend

My air-conditioned valley view
Of sunny, shady, sunny greens,
Creates a flickered fantascope
Across our windshield, which careens
Away from screaming motorbikes
That have no time for scenic scenes.
No more does Mother want to wait
To watch me watch my clicking screens
Which try and fail to capture hills
Against the blurring biker teens.

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