Street Racer

Inspired by the street lights the stretch in the air. The ones that look like arms.

Street Racer

The traffic light stretched in
midair, like an arm guiding
the way home. 

It's hues of red, green, and orange 
direct our pace, like a shotgun
telling runners when to start.

Streets are a game of chance,
where inhabitants are simply
pawns upon the board. 

A single inaccuracy
and battles are lost-
players must begin again. 

Street lights glow 
like candles in windows,
the bulbs are wicks 
that brighten darkness.

Curbs are bridges, playing 
connect-the-dots between 
yards and driveways. 

Grass and pavement play 
tug-of-war with what is safe, 
and risk. 

Grass cushions tender hearts, 
the blacktop a platform 
from which dreams 
are spun.

Reviews

[APOORVA]

wonderful thoughts
very well done

[Neville]

Why none of your previous 31 visitors have not made positive contributions to 'Street Racer' is beyond me. I reckon this is a great write & am darn glad I stumbled upon it in my quest for fine words strung together...All Good Things, N