405 Fwy Poem by Kevin Mireles

Palm to Palm, pray your
frantic mind escapes the
HonK! hONk! HONK!
traffic jam honky tonk.

Toes scoff on pedals,
imagine toes mingling
in far-off meadows,
And diamond sandy beaches.

Where no breaches
of calm tranquility,
No potted asphalt.
No speed bumps
on daydreams.

Just a steady flow
of imagination.
So close eyes, let go
the steering wheel,
and cruise.


— Note from Poet: This poem is a miniature vacation for the mind. It's a cleverly constructed escape hatch from the everyday frustrations of urban life, particularly the relentless aural assault of traffic.