Freeways aren’t free.
It’s x-mas time.
Pollution kisses intentions.
Money waits.
Impatience liberates.
Sudden, swift attack.
Wearisome words waltz wittingly without care.
Automobiles weave
like threads
for a seamstress.

Where are we going?
Where have we been?
Lights shine
into wide eyes,
scrambling
as time runs out.

Hs birth,
his life,
his death
contorted into
head lights
and
red lights.

COPYRIGHT 2007 by Michael Bonanno

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