(I'm sure it's terribly tacky to post the same poem on your blog more than once, but it has a different structure, which makes it ok)
With windows down,
I stick my face outside
to be caressed by the wind.
My hair trails behind me,
and I let one
or two
strands be stolen
so that a piece of me will fly away
to places I've never dreamed of,
and there I will be where I cannot.
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