Will you pass that doubled up faded yellow line?
Into the path of the gray truck who's spraying water off the flooded pavement with its back tires?
Will I not see tonight?
Will I end up in a tangled mess of metal that is probing my sides as I try to escape?
Can you just put it away for a minute?
At least until we arrive to where we need to go.
I wish I could yank that stupid piece of junk out of your hand for once.
Just so we don't pass those faded yellow lines.
So we'll both see tonight,
So we'll both see tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
2014
Poetry"little keys open big locks, simple words reflect great thoughts" poems I wrote throughout 2014
