Getting Through the Traffic Jams
by Laurie Kolp
When will you see
me as I really am
a writer, a poet
trying to make my way
in this overcrowded
highway of discontent
honking horns to be heard
when cutthroat drivers,
the same ones every time,
zigzag in and out
and cut everyone off
or push them over
so they can get to the front
and win the race
while all the others
are left behind trying to catch up
one car, one word, at a time
never really getting there
because the same impetuous drivers
through nothing more than persistence-
or could it be comfortable connections-
always end up with the trophies.
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