nowhere to be

No, not a red light
not now, I hate traffic lights

I'm running late -
I have somewhere to be

A quick glance to my right
Wow, she is gorgeous
Singing along with the radio
a red convertible - perfect

My God she is beautiful

Oh no, caught looking
How embarrassing,

but she smiles back

 

I can't stop staring now,

my eyes follow her,

satin hair blowing in the wind,

she's looking in the rear view mirror

 

What are you blowing your horn at jerk?
Some people are so impatient
Always in hurry -

I love traffic lights

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

The switch at the end is perfect. No wonder we get along. We both like a little twist at the end.

[willweb]

I really prefer the hustle, but the twist is fun too. :) Do the hustle! Thanks so very much KLGoode. I am thrilled you liked this.

[Matching Socks]

Lol! Don't you just love those moments when you are stuck in traffic and your eyes connect with a perfect stranger. :) and you share a moment. Funny poem, but so sweet Will. I'd say follow her but then she might be afraid you're a stalker. Best to always keep a flash card with your number handy. Just in case.

[willweb]

I hadn't thought of a flash card. I like that! Thank you so very much Ana. I always seem to smile when you review my work. Can you see my flash card from there?

[Matching Socks]

No, I'm the girl way behind in the rusty Lada....