Drivers hide
Behind tar black windows
Faces without names
Curse out each other’s own game
How did we get so barred
So cold in our little cars
Sitting in the longest waiting line of the week
There’s not a wink of cloud in the sky
Yet it’s all too scorchingly gloomy without the clouds
Such a weird thin line we live on
We fill our lungs with anticipation
At the same rate drain our compassion
Some people just don’t know what to do with the build up, you know, when things are done in excess. What to do with our twiddling thumbs in the waiting line, at the lights, on the highway.
The next moment we can react is the very moment we curse out another one of us, just another driver behind our masks. Such a rush we rush to be in but traffic…
Traffic does know one thing good:
How to keep us on our toes….
Slow down,
Way down
But still, there must be some way
Some way out of here
Wait……………………………………. is that a
Dog?
Is this what is called manifestation?
It works fast…kinda like…….. Karma.
Now…
What should I call the dog?
HIGHWAY!
Okay Highway, you got it.
“Come on boy! Come here! Jump in!”
The Highway did exactly as his wish granted.
He jumped in
Right on my lap
And off we go
Back to traffic!
We love over each other still the same. Highway with his head moving left, right, up, down, right, left, down, up. The poor boy doesn’t know his directions.
“Which way up, which way down, which way I don’t know, I just go.”
Probably a good thing. He doesn’t have a care in the world but to be on a forever state of High. Sparks are constantly flying from his eyes, somewhere off to beatitude probably. He has this pulse that I immediately felt when he first jumped in. The car agreed.
It started to beat.
A sense of rhythm
regains in harmony.
He is just…
Happy.
Yes Highway is the Happy One.
The bright elated dog…
Do you know what the greatest dyslexic error in the world is?
Dog is really spelt
God.
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This God I mean Dog is up for adoption. He doesn’t care much for chew toys or fetch probably because of the ultimate high of where he comes from. He lays there as if all the highs on the highway has him so fulled, all that’s left for him to do is to be the chief. He’s our backyard sphinx. Great dogfriend.
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Update: This Highway has been adopted.
By me.
by allyson su 