by Stewart Alter
Sometimes things in life
Really do work out.
I can see that now,
The way the cars ahead,
Almost crashing,
Are squeezing
Into an array
Of acute angles,
Like a desperately
Fleeing herd
Of prey
Converging
Into a vanishing point.
Their horns shredding
The air with their honking,
The cars then inch further
Toward each other,
Compacting
Into a single
Purposeful
Jumble of shapes
In order to sprout
A new space, a thin stripe,
At the remotest boundary,
Narrowly available
For an emergency
Vehicle,
Its siren splitting the air.
Stewart Alter, who joined LP2 in the Fall of 2020, has been writing poetry and painting intermittently before, during and now after a long career in business journalism and corporate communications.