Lorna

Sliding Through the Intersection With You

All six horses

Loaded in the gooseneck

Driving in the rain

 

Your intensity

Tight hands on the steering wheel

Heading toward the day

 

Red light coming

Foot rests on the brake pedal

Nothing seems to work

 

Your face showing

All the possibilities

How will this play out

 

Your third arm goes out

Throwing it in front of me

Trying to keep me safe

 

So we slipped on through

Quietly disaster free

Protective arm in front of me