Hectic Red
Hills stack up on miles passed
Rolling down the mountainside
To take a chance on asphalt limitations
Black as night with traffic moving backwards
Poppies line the road as color globes
Fragrant red heads steadfast on stems
Held together with green and leaves
Cars try hard to hide their misery
Running out of gas before they end
On every hour turning down the day
The earth remains in total darkness
When the sun turns off the light
Setting as if poppies really cared
Covered up in night the flowers rest
Showers try to drown them in their sleep
The sun remains in silence
Rising only when it has too
Birds fly in circles with feathers still intact at morning
With elements of dawn fresh on their breath
It might be time for breakfast
Wondering about a potential food source down below
About those red specks flowing by the road
And listening for signs of traffic
Coming from behind the mountainside on time
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