Green, Yellow, Red
Green, Yellow, Red
gotta get through
can’t waste travel time sittin still—would you?—
at the intersection of Busy Blvd and Speed St
got things to do and people to meet
green means go-go-go
honk at or pass the slow
yellow means adrenaline
hit the brake or go all in, revvin the engine
red means make a choice
as your heart beats against the inner law-abiding voice
that says
stop
unless you drop the beat, face the heat,
plow
through
risking your ride and your hide
for the road biscuit: the pride
of reaching the other side
a paltry prize of pavement proportions
and ETA contortions
hopefully
it won’t end with you on the ground
knocked violently around
from a possible crush after rushing the red
go, slow or slam, stop or steam ahead
what dangerous roads we tread
when we get behind the wheel
impatient—and out we peal, maybe with a squeal
we become different people when we have feet of lead
we might decide to throw off caution and run the red.

