Standard Posted by jcd kerwin Posted on 8 November, 2013 Posted under poetry, writing Comments Leave a comment Rush Hour Cracked pavement–photo from Shutterstock Rush Hour JCD Kerwin My ear to the pavement; palms down; eyes closed; I hold my breath and wait for the roar of a hundred screeching tires. (Oct. 2013) Share this:EmailTwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related asphaltdarkdaydreamsdemonsmetaphorpavementpoetryreflectionrush hourself-worthtireswhat fun! Post navigation ← Jimmy Meta-alert → Leave A Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.