I, hands on the steering wheel,
my Ray-Bans on against the glare
You, sitting beside me,
Facebooking
The teenager, texting
a friend on his iPhone
The dog, beside him,
eagerly waiting our arrival
waiting so patiently
for the pack leader
to get us all
to the dog park
/ / /
This poem was written in response to the “portrait” prompt at Poetic Asides and the “poem that plays with voice” prompt at NaPoWriMo.
Sadly Waiting for Recess 