Poetic Asides November Poem a Day 3

(Theme: location)

The Road

I must cross Route 9
where there’s no crosswalk.
Only a two lane highway,
between the bus stop and the gym-
my final destination.

I turn the chair to maximum
and bolt across the road,
worn tires squealing
across macadam at a momentary break
in the endless traffic onslaught.

I think,
“Is risking my life
really worth saving
$2.40?”