Rumble Outside Poem by Mia Baer

herds after heards
the cars rumble outside my window
nighttime herds of wild animals
illuminate the night
stampedes of bright eyed automobiles
rushhhh past
revving metal motors
chasing each other across
a never ending roadway marathon
looping back into highways
their rattling outer shell
clinging to these warm humming engines
that move them.
They don't speak
but in unison they make the sound
of the seashore
as the tide comes in and out
and the stampede comes and goes
and the herd rushes and slows