National Poetry Month’s Poem-A-Day 30-Day Challenge: Day 2
WINDSHIELD
I think that I see you clearly
marooned in a huddle
beside the road,
cocooned in a dirty overcoat
with its edge in a puddle,
breath blasts in the frosty air
telegraphing what life is still there,
the little that I can see from where
I sit in my Aniline leather seat
awash in the wrap of the heater’s blast
and the reflecting prism of the shatterproof glass.