∴ gridlock grip radios rage harsh horns blameless invisible hitchhiker riding shotgun with their baby’s spirochete-shaped toys no hoarder of keepsakes yet these toys remain unbidden, in the car’s confines navigation fogged voices speaking foreign lost in tongues unknown a throng of commuters thundering past a stampede of haste temperature spikes engine protesting overheating in defiance tires wearing thin tread fading fast inch by weary inch angry gestures fly as vehicles creep by their impatience palpable brakes fail a screeching wail sqreeeeeeee head-on collision a breath. a release a moment’s caress of this chaos a minor delay homeward bound. soon i’ll be on my way ∴ https://poetryandphoto.wordingway.com/?s=Spiro
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