A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

STALE GREEN
(10/25/11)


we rush
ahead
unimpeded
my the majority
of life's
minor
catastrophes

after
a time
we begin to think
that our luck
cannot hold
forever

even
though
all signals
point toward
continued progress
our minds
look about us
calculating odds
and realizing
eventually
that something
will halt
our smooth
transit

we begin
to ride
with a foot
on the brake
anticipating
obstruction
impedance
or simple
disaster

meanwhile
the remaining
traffic
still races feverishly
on a collision
course
from behind

no time
to look
in the mirror

accept

accelerate