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
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