There’s Always Tomorrow

a poem
comes to life
in traffic

with hands
too busy
to grab
those fleeting
thoughts
down on paper

it bounces
from the
visor
and
is squashed
by the grasp
of my palms
against the steering wheel
avoiding geese
making a turn
at a crosswalk

will it reveal itself again
tomorrow
with an ending

while a mother cat
and kittens
cross the road
s
l
o
w
l
y

?

if so
i’ll will be waiting
with pen and ink
to embellish its importance
right here

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