by Glen Martin Fitch
It ended
with each fighting off a smile.
Although relieved,
not knowing what to say,
back in their cars
both quickly drove away,
embarrassed,
grateful for each passing mile.
It started
with two bumpers in one place.
My friend was heading homeward
after lunch.
The car ahead had stopped.
Then came the crunch.
Each righteous stood there
yelling face to face.
My friend had been
familiar with the law,
the wrong way.
Worse he saw a little kid inside.
Their blood was hot.
Their nerves were raw.
He couldn't end this
as he always did.
When from the car seat,
louder than a slap,
the toddler shouted,
"Someone needs a nap!"
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011