Tires scream at her with the benign disinterest.
They sound like beige feels
while she whimpers in traffic.
The road signs are flashing.
Rain slakes down the windshield.
She can’t be sure of the hazards.
Car slows to a limping crawl,
Horns blare at her,
She winces plucking eyelashes.
She has but two left.
Hi everyone! It’s Day 2 of OctPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was two (or too, to, you get it) and written in two line stanzas. I was a bit loose in my interpretation.
What is OctPoWriMo? A challenge to write a poem per day for 31 days. Is it impossible? No. Is it a crazy? Maybe. But it’s incredibly fun.
Thank you so much for stopping by. I’m enjoying meeting everyone and having a chat in the comments.