Ride Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Stop signs and red lights hinder the ride.
A fear of blue lights as eyes reflect off the rearview mirror.
Checking the side mirrors
Truth be told
My foot has the gas as far as it can go.
Passed the red lights and stop signs.
If only for a moment
All the lights turned green.
If only the cameras at the red lights could capture the smile on my face.
You'd see the effect you have on me.
The different curves and bends on the street, the highway.
The headlights that clear the way of everything that obstructs my view of you.
The stress of the job, the one way street of the entrapment of an eight hour shift
Everything disappears with the coming of your smile.
The cheerful sound of your laughter.
The music that plays loud through the vibration of every throb of my heart
The gentle sensation that phone lines can't provide.
The sight of you