Sightseeing

The wheels are rolling,
Straight and sharp,
Away from summer's
Laughing bark.
Filled with people,
Lurking tumor,
The car has stories
Ecstatic tremor.

The window rolls down,
Dusty dreams.
Did you count time?
Did you grin?

Milestones dissolve,
Swallowed,
By barren fields.
Dreams too,
In rivers green.

In the end,
The wheels roll,
Unyielding
To summer's toll.

The tumor gets us,
Not unlike,
The pretty rumor.