Crash - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
Under the housing of lights
Thoughts flash on and off.
Crossing the intersection spite of traffic.
The flickers of green, yellow and red flash brightly.
Open to the shoulders that shrug without regard.
Light denim jeans, a rugged hairline.
Cracked concrete manufactured by man made hands.
Waiting for the light to turn green
I sit in my car.
My stomach stands still. Lost in thought
A Hesitation of actions that speak louder than words.
A split second before the yellow ember turns red.
I pressed my foot against the petal without looking twice.
To be blind sided by you
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