The Commute

Steamy vehicles form

A solid battle line along the asphalt

Like so many red-coated soldiers

Gleaming in the rising mists,

Flashing their steel

And tinny grins.

Green lights command their charge

Into the heat of another day’s battle.

A solitary cloud of exhaust

Rises heavy and gray

Like a pillared monument

Marking the path

Of paved glory

Turned to a shrouded lane.

by Heather J. Willis, author