Bumper Packed

Deep greens
Wild greys on bluing skies
Bleached heavy
Hanging washing
In winds that snap
Snow hides
Travelling east
Dark days creased
As branched reach
Fingering frigid air
Through the window
My land glides past
Cars and trucks
Running on Frak Juice
Dreaming about a solar hat
Attached to a cell phone
Charging ahead
The engines roar
An old black car
Three young dark haired
Curls free and eyes
Meet mine one second
Light from a Bic
Flashing in the rainbow disc
With the swooping curls
Written over a blue eye
They knew me
My lane rocketed by
Looking back in fog lights
Bumper packed