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School run

by  joanie

Posted: Thursday, October 4, 2012
Word Count: 36
Summary: My response to the challenge in Flash Poetry




Sitting
here, stuck
in the essential
traffic which
serves to deliver
offspring
to the appropriate
place
in the scheme
of things,

I look back
into the anonymous
windscreen.

Driver stressed,
passenger chewing
the cud
of adolescence.