Driving To Work
- Good Morning
Fresh coffee and toast,
Scraping ice from the window…
Will it start today?
- On My Way
Slowly, like a moth,
Coming out of its cocoon…
Damn! Forgot my lunch.
- Detour
Traffic slowing down,
Smoke, fire, screaming, ambulance…
Better him than me.
- Relief
Now I’m running late,
Hope I find a parking space…
Life is short, slow down.
...(Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall)
Copyright © Brendan Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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