"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Traffic.

Traffic lights,
red,
yellow,
green.
An unceasing line
of white, white
light--
the hum of
a million and one
droning
cars.

6 comments:

  1. great writing, juice box. found thru my bro - dox.
    i like the 'hum of a million and one' poetic rhythm.
    matty

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  2. Cool. This has a certain Haiku quality.

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  3. JB, your doing terrific work. I think 2011 is going an awesome 12 months.

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  4. This poem does have a nice bit of a haiku feeling to it. Nice to see you posting at Poets United.

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  5. Great poem. I did feel as though I was there, in traffic.....

    Best wishes, Eileen

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