He Stands In the Street
With traffic flowing he stands in the street
Arms stretched, hands up, commanding a halt
Obedience and fate will now compete
His adrenaline pumping like a drumbeat
His eyes shut tightly sting with warm sweat's salt
With traffic flowing he stands in the street
Flinching at each tire screech, yet never leaves his feet
As if they were glued down to the hot asphalt
Obedience and fate will now compete
The driver’s brake and squirm in their seat
Some swerve, eking by in black, white and cobalt
With traffic flowing he stands in the street
He holds position and will not retreat
His reasons hid far away and locked in a vault
Obedience and fate will now compete
How many humans are more sour than sweet
If they don’t try the brake, is he solely at fault
With traffic flowing he stands in the street
Obedience and fate will now compete
November 2, 2022
Third-Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Copyright © Hat Bueckert | Year Posted 2022
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