Traffic Jam

The expanding stripe of cars stretches Noxious fumes drawn inside by pink flesh From this sight, looks as though the trees lost the battle Heart still pumps energy to skeletal limbs moving To unheard music Grace filters through, highlighting the gift of discernment I let the music enter me, and I enter the music Which is greater, love of warmth on bare branches Or sadness from the absence of rustling leaves? The horizon swallows the line an inch at a time Caught up in the moment, carried by the voices of women present And those gone Realization comes The dimmer switch is stuck on glow I disrobe and sprint past the long streak of cars