Yellow Lines And Speed Limit Signs Poem by Brittany Flowers

Yellow lines and speed limit signs
Rounding a curve
With both hands on the wheel
As if the pistons firing
Were that of a racecar
And not this little '96 Volkswagen.

Changing lanes passing snails
And tractor trailers
Glimpsing left and right
As if to gain insight to the lives
Of the drivers- their destinations
And whether accompanied or solo.

Body pulsing to the tones
Of sound reverberating from speakers
With bass vibrations
Strong enough to bother the blue-haired
Driving her boat of a Buick
Thinking rock music is a sin.

Green trees playing hide-and-seek
With the tangerine sun
That smiles in the rearview mirror
Before dipping below a hillside
And tagging the moon
Who comes out to play.

Highway blending into two lanes
Signaling a final destination
Where a red-coated canine
Will greet with a wagging tail
As the racecar engine settles
From a high-mileage wind.