Poverty does have a face. During my driving stint, I came across the traffic signal revelation, that fleeting second between red and green…..
A thingly woman holds a thing
A baby drugged with dreams
Gear change, the interlude chatter in the brain
What is that? An empty bottle, a ploy to ask for more,
The woman cleans her teeth with her fingers, windows are safe
Screens to hide in. She cleans her teeth again
With the cloth around her thing, a baby blanket put to use.
Release the clutch, move ahead, forget
The molecules rearranged with conviction
Be a responsible driver, be responsible.
© neelthemuse, 2012