Ice Is Tossing Cars Willy Nilly
The ice swirled around in a dangerous way
Tossing cars willy nilly into each other and concrete bridges
I marveled at her confidence and power
Hoping I was not going to slide into the two wrecked cars in front of me
She gave me a tiny spin, showing me that I had no control at all.
She grinned at me in her icy blackness
It was the last thing I saw.
Contest: A Short Metaphorical Poem
Sponsor: Bobby May
Written 11-4-2019
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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