Sorry, Im just driving through.

By Anne Shirley

Thu, 22 Sep 2011
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She stands outside her home
a plastic bag at her feet,
a cigarette in her hand
Her left thumb thrust
expectantly in the air.

I'm sorry,
Im just driving through.
The expectancy fades from her eyes,
And it seems floats away
with the unabsorbed pollution
of her cigarette.

Im sorry,
Im afraid
to slow the ongoing twist
of the wheels under my feet,
Im just driving through.

With a tight smile of apology
I leave her standing
in a cloud of dust and smoke.

She may not
have a day out today.

She may not
get out of this place ever.

But due to
the simple mechanics
of my foot on the pedal,

Im just driving through.

Sorry.

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Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I really like this, Anne;-) Just a couple of typos; should be 'cigarette' and 'mechanics'. You evoke, very effectively with your words, a tangible bleakness in the plight of the would-be hitch-hiker. Enjoyed;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Anne Shirley on
Thankyou very much :) And Ill fix them up.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
That's great now Anne. Good poem;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Anne Shirley on
Yes, well its allways better when its spelt correctly and makes sense!

Submitted by ScoZen on
Hello AS. I liked this line... "...The expectancy fades from her eyes..." And if I see her on the road... "...Her left thumb thrust expectantly in the air..." I shall offer her a lift. Regards.
ScoZen

Submitted by Anne Shirley on
Thankyou ScoZen, and I'm glad :)