At the Red Light
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
At the red light,
the engine warms my knees.
A child in the next car
presses both palms to the glass
and twists an imaginary throttle.
I nod.
He nods back,
solemn as a mechanic.
The light changes.
For one block,
I ride inside his astonishment.
46 words · 11 lines · Free Verse