autumn leaves

autumn leaves swirl through the rearview
as we speed down city streets
under old oak trees
waiting for our turn
under red lights in rush hour
with the intense headache of motion,
repeated songs,
and never-ending lane shifts.
our bodies become weak with
anticipation of green grass and furniture
and a bed and oak tree of our own.
to call home
to call home.
but the light turns green
only to
grant us
speed
and lanes changes
as autumn leaves us once again