he weaves his way
with artistry through
the mayhem driving by instinct
where the only road rule is
not to have an accident
madame is eyeing off
all the stone and glass
sculpture she covets
giant displays
on the the roadside
the phone rings
it's him
she tries to be jolly
cheerfully chatting
the driver without
much English senses
she signs off
looks over at him
he knows
tears are streaming
down his face
This is a very interesting poem--one senses the characters in the poem. K.
ReplyDeletemmmleaves me wondering what he knows...what he picked up maybe just hearing her side of the convo...and who the other him might be...intriguing conundrum
ReplyDeleteOh my, I'm dumbfounded/perplexed. Someone is dead, he's crying. I love this intrigue but can not figure out who? Great little one. ps I'm dumb like that anyway.Okay just reread, his lover is dead. gardenlilie.com
ReplyDeletehe may not have much english senses but caught her emotions even while being so busy...sounds like a very sensitive driver...
ReplyDeleteVery nice...I like this.
ReplyDeletea small scrap, like a torn off edge of a page, with just enough words on it to make us want to read the book we can't hold.
ReplyDeletei've always had a curiosity about cab drivers...
nice work here.
There's something unsaid about the relationship between the driver and his passenger, that serves to draw the reader in with its intriguing mystery,.
ReplyDeletethis evokes a scene from a foreign film, body language and facial expressions conveying all that is important.
ReplyDeleteA worrying and troubling verse. Upsetting because of what is not revealed.
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