Bumper to bumper a long serpent of brake lights
Moving inch bye inch
Joined together by fumes of diesel and petrol
This giant snake of vehicles creeps slowly forward egger to be gone
Weaving its way slowly around corners
And dashing more quickly down the long straights
Its many colors catching flecks of the early sun
Its eyes of red white and amber blinking and flashing as if greeting the day to come
As more of the day approaches the long serpent like trail of vehicles is gone
Replaced by the orderly meander of off peck traffic just out there for a roam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and if I am ever caught in it... I am sure to groan... this is one snake that doesn't want to just curl up and sleep.. it is relentless... keep penning - One Peace at a time...