I drive away

from the gold

of 5:00

and watch it

shiver along

my rearview

mirror

and for once

I don’t mind

falling into

a line of

deep traffic

with the silver Subaru

gripping my tail lights

like an unwanted

flirtation

and I open my

windows

a crack

so that the world

can hear

Earth Wind & Fire

on the radio

and I stretch

out my fingers

and swing my

head back

like those

convertible girls

and holler

Only blue talk

and love

but no one

hears me

beneath the tremor

of their own

daily joys.

By Danielle Fusaro