Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Ten Driving Poems 10. Roundabout

Around town, the two roundabouts
like circus rings, provide amusement.
It's a dance to the tune of flashing
indicators, take your turn now, left
or straight through the hoop, a ring
of fire if you misjudge distance
or intent. The rhythm of life
the rhythm of purpose
the rhythm of going
stopping, going.
Taking Mum

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