“Stuck in Traffic” — Steven C. Scheer

Suspended in heat and shimmering air
The highway blocks all movement.
Heartache and physical decrepitude
Beset impatience as it toys with
Thoughts of cold beer and a towel
To wipe the sweat off the brow.
The icy air from the vent cannot
Compete with the abominable sun
Perforating the windows with burning
And blinding light, which entomb the
Flesh that it betimes may yearn for
Acquaintance with a heap of dust as dry
As the twirling sand in the Mojave Desert.
Memories of forgotten loves spill
Out of hiding from the subconscious,
Ready to assail an ache, nameless and
Eternal, in the suspended life of the
Heart (which knows reasons reason
Shall never understand) endlessly
Waiting for all waiting to end.



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