• Trees,
    bees,
    my knees,
    and my keys.
    Green light,
    then red.
    I sit waiting,
    thumping my thumbs against the steering wheel.
    Hot summer days, windows rolled down as far as they will go,
    the hot steamy air slowly moving across the intersection.
    I feel the movement of the car,
    all the internal works, as I sit waiting.
    I see cars starting to file into line behind me, but I will stand my ground.
    slowly, the light.......
    turns green.