Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The Drive

9. prompt: a slow down poem 
or a never-slow-down poem

They're going faster
than me, faster
than they should
I hope the cops
are out, to catch 'em.

Those ones are going
slower, too slow, get
out of my way, are you
asleep? on drugs?
Indicator on, check
mirror, swing out.

Going faster
than all of them.
Better slow down.

"The traveller returns!
You got home fast,"
says her mother as
she wheels her suitcase
to the bedroom,
feels herself
slowing down.

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