Volvo to Delridge This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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     He shouts at us with his fingers tapping
against the steering wheel, his Morse-
code communication almost welcome when
it shows that we are there, and that
perhaps
(could I?)
be on his thoughts.
Or maybe he has secret thoughts that elsewhere
dream of liberating stolen sidewalks, while
we are safe in ripped car chairs
(So he thinks)
His fingers singing
“Someday, Hallelujah!”
if we’re lucky we will know.
And if not then more
dashboard conversations are soon to follow
I’m sure.


This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Sydney F. said...
Aug. 29, 2009 at 10:26 pm
This Is a very Interesting poem.
I like it.
 
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