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you could tell
by Charlie Morganpushing back on the dreary day;
he fought the traffic, flailing.
staying awake but asleep in life,
he made one intersection at a time.
one Goliath of demons, Medussas each;
hammered his waltz with four-four beats
and him in 3/4 time; knew something's happening
because everything was moving.
and knew no more, his glassy look spoke.
another day in one of Dante's Hells.
didn't care which. 08/06/2009 Posted on 08/06/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/07/09 at 01:09 PM Good write Charlie. It seems we all push through one form of traffic or another. I see a nations soul in the way it drives. Kind of scary here. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/07/09 at 03:15 PM "he knew something
was moving because everything was moving." You've really captured what I feel about big city traffic at rush hour - frightening and overwhelming, quite numbing. Thank you.
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