Cynthia Manycolors

oncoming scroll of cars
carrying genes, stories, private thoughts
illustrated vehicles line the edges
colors flashing
intermittent sunlight illuminating
seconds of sound waft and scatter
blinking freeze frame faces
outlined by car windows rolled up
against chilly spring breezes
blowing on these fragments
so fragile they could blow apart
faded lines in dusk
not kept in pottery in caves to be read
long after
but here in the rain in the cold
meanings unroll on the road home.