She told me. Recklessly I sped on.
The engine raced, a pedal pushed father by my foot.
Why is AC never enough to break the sweat
When you’re driving into the later light?
Tires nearly burst in every pothole
I turn the wheel to catch,
But none are deep enough
To stand me on the sideline.
When I feared traffic would stop my blazon
A woman walked out on me, wanton.
For that moment I dared all the harder to press
But for brakes did a heart make swerve in the chest.
That’s when the red light found me.
When that hot orange sun melts
Onto those cool, blue mountains
I will dance with the plants in the greenhouse.