In The Silence Of My Mirror And Other Roadside Hazards

In The Silence Of My Mirror And Other Roadside Hazards short poem

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In the silence of my mirror
I watched her for three lights—

While her lips became animated yawps
Dancing along with her twirling hands–
First one, then the other
A surly communicative dance
where impatience
reigns a rain of words.

Lips form into dangerous Ohs!
Hands karate chop at the vacant mist
That lies between them.
Ethereal, non-corporeal bantering
Fall in to tragic nano-seconds of silence
Momentary voids across an empty canyon.

A Bluetooth avalanche of words–
She stiffens and the traffic crawls around her.
The first light,
Yellow hazed,
Her speech twists into pretzels of anguish;
The second, red-mashed gesticulations
Punctuated by sneerings
Volumes until

She accelerates suddenly
Tears the connection and
stares sadly into the wind of her mind
Sterile words,
chattering nabobs of confusion.

I sped off away from her
Before the next call.
The next red light
Strips the ether
By its presence.

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