~~~
A young couple in firm embrace
at a quiet bus stop bench,
approach my sight at 60 kph.
Isn’t it sweet to see young love;
his whisperings in her ear.
Declared to self at 60 kph.
Turning my head as I pass by,
I glance upon their faces.
My heart contracts at 60 kph.
The wide grin on his teenage face
betrayed by her lips fearful.
Her eyes meet mine at 60 kph.
Rear vision shapes grow faint yet large
upon my nagging conscience.
How must I choose from 60 kph?
~~~
by Brad Frederiksen
Encyclical, therefore recyclable – Jan 30, 2009
Posted by Brad 
