PERSON Poem: Intersected, by Jane Smyly

Red light, black Suburban, camo cap
I twined our lines in destiny’s plaid
Waiting for the traffic to glow green
She talks ahead as I watch unseen

I can not hear her music out of her open window
But I can see her sing
Her left hand waves a cigarette
Wearing a shattered ring

The intersection started slowing down
Till all were standing still
But it was her who edged ahead
Tapping ash against her sill

I went down the north ramp
And she went down the south
Speeding at the entrance
Blowing smoke out of her mouth

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