TRAFFIC JAM

With eyes aglow transfixed by her beauty 

He forgot that he was behind the wheel 

In a traffic jam on highway seventeen 

Horns honking to move an inch

But he is tranquillized by loves sting

Her sixty five mustang with top down 

Exposed pearl white seats 

Enhanced by cherry red interior 

Her slender arms caressing the smoothness 

Of the black steering wheel 

Of this vintage beauty 

A gentle breeze disturbs her hair 

Painting the headrest with strokes of gold

Sunglasses though fashioned 

Steals the softness of her eyes 

But her smile captures his soul 

Tilting her head to the side 

With her fingers open wide

In an upward motion 

they were lost for a moment 

In the golden glory of her silky hair 

An accident accrued on highway seventeen 

When beauty and love collided in a traffic jam 

In the middle of a dream.

By

Wilford Barker.