Ribbons I
Ribbons of silver light
Crimson in amber strings drift ahead of me
Red, Gold, and Green sway absently
As the engine hums into the night
Passing the shop windows of industry
People bustling along the lane
Heads down headed home
From the daily toil
From arcane factories
Or crunch numbers of finance
Horizon a dying ember
Heading into the night
Blinded by silver ribbons
of light and crimson taillights
The wind tumble after me…
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2020
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