It starts with the walk,
Hair whipping in the wind
Down sidewalks and crosswalks.
Unlock the doors
And throw the bags in.
We all settle down
Seats warming bare skin,
Cold and tough from the building.
We heat up and thaw out
And hit the brakes
While we escape the maze
And try not to speed
But there’s gravity working against us.
You turn up the volume
To your favorite ‘90s song
And maybe sing along for a minute.
But then the light turns green
And you get back to your point.
Cause every seat belt’s filled with a different story.
We talk about our days,
Our nights, and our lives,
Letting buses pass by.
For ten minutes of the day
We’re uncensored.
Artist: Becca Scheuer School: North Allegheny |
Notes: Why has it ended up that everyone writes about being in a vehicle? |
Merit O'Hare from:
North Allegheny
- posted: October 30, 2007
Becca Scheuer, you are my favorite & I have to comment on this one!
I loved the subject most of all (haha), and the overall flow of the poem from beginning to end. The narration seemed very natural. Your descriptions don't seem forced and I really liked the lines from "seats warming..." to "...thaw out".
Kudos on a job well done!