Verticle Clouds

Following the yellow line of the here and now The hum of the tires sings to me A melody that assures me the trees understand their purpose Shades of green ripple a routine jive, Hello and goodbye in the same breath Ever vigilant hawks soar through vertical clouds Screeching in time To the harmony of wind, bopping through open windows The view in the rear view mirror is hollow A tunnel reaching to a distant memory The hills surrender to the sky I surrender to the music of the road