Bridge Lockdown

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #589

Words:  disrupt, hunt, watch, cut, lockdown, glass, flesh, craft,
        danger, gathering, challenge, murder

Traffic was murder.  A lockdown
gathering of autos made more
of a challenge for drivers
stuck on the top ramp
of the Verrazano Bridge.
Jeez, what a day!  His watch
cuts into his wrist.  Pulls
it off.  Loosens his tie choking
the flesh around his neck.  Hunting
for a new job was crucial.
Commuting was becoming a danger
to his sky-rocketing blood
pressure, and general sanity.
This constant strife was
disrupting his life, leaving
no free time to enjoy it.  He
resolves to craft a new resume
for a position closer to home.
He cannot wait to get there,
change into sweats, and sip
a relaxing glass of good
Scotch.  Evening darkness falls
just to annoy him.  Inchworm
movement.  Hell, this traffic
is murder.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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