(Jotted down December 17, 2009).
The morning commute is always an adventure!
My fellow drivers never fail to amaze me
With their crazy maneuvers and sudden stops.
Orange cone-lined construction zones are especially thrilling!
Yet perhaps my favorite part of the drive is
Sitting at a stoplight and glancing about.
Mascara wand and shiny pink compact in hand,
A young women stares at her reflection,
Applying powder, now manipulating metal pinchers
While the other cars zoom by, and
A teenager in his skinny jeans and red beanie
Pops a zit then bites his nails on my left.
A mother walks her daughter to school,
Girl bundled in pink scarf and white mittens,
Mother in a dull, frumpy brown jacket,
As the orange-vested gentleman,
The school’s friendly crossing guard,
Raises his sign and steps across.
Animatedly talking on her phone, or better yet,
Vigorously texting a curious friend,
"Baby on board" bumper sticker in the back,
The mom beside me would hardly notice, if
A fiery meteor fell from the sky
Or a bomb exploded up ahead.
And in his starched white shirt and tie,
Suit jacket hanging in the backseat,
The man ahead of me scarfs down
A steaming breakfast sandwich,
While I, finger tapping and latte in hand,
Sing along to a lively country song.
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