Edge 02.07.06
Approaching the red light I slow to a haltAnd watch a fuel-sucking tank
As it whips through a left turn,
Swinging out wide to the right
Before quickly shifting its weight back against the force.
My first thought:
I hope you flip.
The vehicle straightens after its zigzag squabble
And speeds in my direction.
I glimpse the driver -
Stone faced, bearded man with a baseball cap,
Right arm extended to the steering column.
This is how
He lives on the edge.
Like when I stepped between traffic five minutes earlier.
The SUV flies by,
Shoving air through my window.
The light changes;
I hope you flip.
posted by BettingonHumanity @ 2:47 PM
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