Amid a Traffic Jam
By James Scott, Uganda:
Moderately loud sound
No sound from lips
Pairs of earphones in a few ears
Engines roaring all about us
Some eyes closed but open yet again
As buttocks vibrate at the start of the old engine.
The rest male,
Strangers brought together by destiny
Only to part as strangers still.
The radio still moderately loud
One Male starts to speak loudly
Louder than the radio's loud sound,
I can hear his phone call dialogue,
Then hers too,
I close my eyes and lay my head back,
I can't wait to get home,
A day's work is done.