In hours between Summer eves and Autumn dawns
Leaves blush between rubber and asphalt and time.

A speedometer shivers as fog finds the windshield
And covers the glass with frosty breath.

A fuel tank chokes on its fumes.
Inhaling.
Exhaling.
An engine shudders onward.

Silent roads stretch infinitely, shattered by stop signs
Which sigh at this car which lacks brakes.

I was hoping to make it 'til Christmas at least.
The sky's darkness dances, dizzy as it falls
While pinpricks of light close their eyes to rest.

This car, this road, these signs are old.
I've never felt so alive;

As crimson blue lights whirl in shivering mirrors
I only regret that I might have driven faster,