Driving Through

I think of you
Every single time 
I drive through the traffic light 
That’s by what was once
Nice and Easys

Granny calmly pointed out
Hun,
You ran the red light
To which you said, 
I know. 

Today the light was red
I drove right through
Nice and easy 

2 responses to “Driving Through”

  1. I an guessing this is humor and not confessional poetry. Either way, the poem is good.

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    1. That’s between me and my ancestors.. thank you 🙂

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