There is a fable
caught in the web between my fingers
the story
unfolding
one digit at a time.
The traffic on Main
wends in serpent coils
undulating with sinuous motion
the sun
warm on its back
filling the scales
with heat
blood moving faster
as the lights change
I am in front
the fang poised
My foot
judders against the accelerator
tapping in time to a song
who's title I do not know
by an artist I never knew.
Music
my drug of choice
The green light sprays
blazing out
deep emerald rays
striking each of us in turn
The rush forward
curved sharp
striking
with gleeful hunger
in unison
we lunge
5 comments:
nice. I love traffic poems. This is a good one.
lunge is the right word. it fits
I never knew you loved traffic poems
*grins*
And you reckon I'm odd lol
Hi Kate,
Its very much like that isn't it?
we are all leaping into the day via our cars
Yes, we are in fact doing that.
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