“Stopped Between Seasons” By Matt Hubert © 2005

The oppressive heat of summer
is a shrinking speck
in my rearview mirror.
Autumn air sits idly,
looming a mile or two
further on down the road.

I am stopped at an intersection
somewhere near the horizon
where the setting sun of summer
meets the rising one of fall.
Soon the light will change colors—
turning green unnaturally.

I’d like to park my car on this street
or turn and drive against the flow,
but this traffic travels onward,
never slowing, never ceasing,
and the map I bought is useless
because the roads are not yet made.