is a two way street.
with traffic signs that face the wrong way
and tinted windows hiding glossy faces,
where windshield wipers get removed voluntarily
and turn signals are used with care.
I wish someone could know
I learned to cross this street long ago
and only wait now, wishing someone would dare
stop traffic for me there.
:) I like this. esp the line
ReplyDelete"the tinted windows hiding glossy faces"
I'm not sure if you meant for the reader to think of sunglasses at this point, but that's what I thought of. This poem expressed exactly why I despise people who wear sunglasses indoors. I once nearly hated a complete stranger for an entire semester because he infringed upon this pet peeve of mine.