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No Passing Allowed

by David R Spellman

Sure she was cute –
long brown hair pulled back
from her olive-skinned features
and lips you’d only wish
could kiss away the hours,
hoping they’d whisper magic
to break a lonely spell.
 
And yeah, she was much
younger than I but
when I rolled up alongside her
in her champagne-colored car
I couldn’t help but take
that second look, longer
than I should have perhaps
but the light was red and so
what was I to do but yield
a smile and a wave when
she looked back, her eyes
dead-ended at my stare...
 
The gesture she returned
was not what I was geared for
and I had to look both ways,
to see the someone that had
idled nearby, who for some
unknown reason had deserved
to be so fingered by her ire.
 
There was no one there and
I knew it was meant for me –
and as the signal changed
and our directions parted
I wondered why our paths
had ever left us so crossed.
 

08/07/2005

Posted on 08/08/2005
Copyright © 2022 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by JD Clay on 08/08/05 at 02:45 AM

If you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, why should the road may be any different. The unsuspected lesson I see at work here is in the signal, where change takes place, showing us the difference and the chance to make a difference. I love the way you've put it to the test Dave. Do you suppose it was James Bond who first said; never say never. pe4ce...

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/09/05 at 10:51 AM

Hmmm very to the point and descriptive. She was indeed rude. However, she may have been indiscretely approached by other men with less than honorable intentions. Let not this experience make you less friendly to those of the female gender. (I am sure it will not! :) )

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/11/05 at 04:17 PM

Ouch! Chalk one up for the wishful thinking lane, where every guy has crashed and burned at least once. I feel your pain ma friend.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/03/05 at 03:21 AM

Finger waves seem to be the norm now days. I guess they say as much as the old arm bend. Fun poem Dave....Charlie

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