Hey, white Suburban
honking at me because I
refuse to turn left –

and risk my whole life
for one minute of your time
and inconvenience –

Much I wish to say,
middle finger to display –
Instead, this Haiku.

White Suburban, you
will never read this letter.
I write for my soul’s

relief from madness
as one billion cars crowd old
streets made for horses.

Loud I want to scream,
roll down windows and demean –
Instead, this Haiku.

Dear black Cadillac,
waving me in to change lanes –
busy rush hour

on interstate south –
I could kiss you on the mouth.
Instead, this Haiku.

Hey F350,
ten thousand pounds, asleep – Crash!
Baby in my womb,

lying in the leaves,
sirens, ambulance, crying,
waiting for movement.

A day so scary.
Pain, birth, but then so merry –
You’re in this Haiku.

Red fire engine,
my son loves you, and I, too,
for you rescued us.

Just three numbers dialed,
you race like Jesus to save
hurting folks calling.

I’ll pull to the side,
whisper, “Godspeed” as you ride –
My prayer Haiku.

Honking red Jeep, please
forgive me. I linger at
green lights daydreaming

of long country roads
winding through wildflower fields
and cows at pasture –

Tunes up, windows down,
not another soul around –
Instead, this Haiku.

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Audrey Woodhams
Audrey Woodhams is a writer, singer/songwriter, teacher, and the founder of A Thousand Different Colors. A Dove-award nominee with more than 1.5 million sales worldwide, Audrey has recorded 5 albums and co-written with songwriters and musicians from all over the world. She started A Thousand Different Colors because she believes local creativity has power to change the world. Audrey lives in Milton, MA with her husband, Doug, and their children, Abe, Ella Grace, and John.

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