Tell-Tale Signs
Twin black tracks
thick and bold,
six inches wide
four feet apart,
careen across the highway
off the edge and back again,
pass swiftly
under my wheels
end where broken glass
lies scattered like prisms,
reflecting red-brown residue.
Did the driver speed,
follow too close?
Was he distracted
by his cell phone ring,
breakfast on the go,
or was he tempting fate,
like striking a match
to see if it really burns?
I'm just glad I wasn't there
when he laid that rubber bare.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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