The stop light at the top of the hill
holds back the two lanes of cars and trucks
ready to race forward.
The street below the light is empty when the light turns green.
Dozens of cars speed forward,
each trying to get ahead or out maneuver the others.
Down they come, changing lanes and passing.
The street is filled with moving masses of metal and glass on rubber
while drivers remain anonymous.
At the bottom of the hill,
they bunch up again at the next stop light.
The street behind is nearly empty.
At the top of the hill, the next bunch of cars anxiously wait to launch.
The process repeats itself from stop light to stop light.
Nobody wins.
See you on the highway.
Brent