Winding car rides

Under black,

Dark green

In a never-ending wheel

Leaves pass

And fall

Swaying,

Swinging,

Sighing,

Shackled by urgency

In a place where all seems dire

And fear is punishable

Reclined while rigid

Rigid while reclined

All seems dire

When cars are fed by fine premiums and plus’s

And drivers give in, hungry

Ending up

In a winding car ride

Under black

And dark green