While Waiting for a Stoplight
litter of leaves by the side of the road,
yellowing paper, soggy with last night’s
beer, spilled from a bottle thrown
from a car and smashed in the gutter.
dead something-or-other, maybe a mouse,
lies just outside of my car in the road.
gaze straight ahead, to the beat-up
white Chevy, sputtering black smoke
from a rusty, bent tailpipe, drooping toward the ground;
worn bumper stickers declare “I Love America”
and “Divers do it Deeper”- rebel flag
careless in the corner of a windshield,
shadowy head of a car’s unknown driver,
waiting, like me, to race off to somewhere.
now the light changes and we all leave forever
this moment, this corner….this stoplight scene.
Copyright © Ginna Wilkerson | Year Posted 2006
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