You Have Somewhere Else to Be

You have somewhere else to be,
But it takes a while to get there.
The wheel rumbles beneath your seat,
The wind licks wild your hair.

Colors ribbon past your cheeks
To the left and to the right.
Every flap a hammered bell
Announcing spring’s first night.

The firecracker blossoms bloom
Through a season short on time.
So you fly between their outstretched stems,
While they wilt before your eyes.