Hot Dog Breath
More green than orange or yellow
rolling hills of trees take my breath as I speed the highway
hot dog breath on my neck
my eyes drift up to catch nature
of change before my eyes
speed seems required
just as in spring
the first day song spills out your windows into fresh air
so I glide in my old fast car
up the highway
feels like skating
Redd's got his head out the window.
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2010
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