For National Poetry Month
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I thought I’d post a frivolous something for National Poetry Month.
04/22/2010
Merging on Highway 183
I cursed as a saloon-like sedan pulled into my blind spot
just after I turned on the yellow clicking signal
to indicate my intent.
The dirty nickel sky hung low as I was propelled,
in my aging metal box, careening toward my office.
I slowed to try and find the window
I needed to turn
I needed to reach my destination
and our eyes met.
His hands, too, were white
both tense on the steering wheel
his car also faded from many rains
years of service in a world ever changing.
The familiar look of resigned terror
of smaller creatures surrounded by larger, more dangerous animals
passed between us before he smiled
and slowed enough
so I could gain the left lane. My relief
spread over my belly like warm triumph
like a favorite blanket spread over a sunny lawn.