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