The eighteen wheeler drives by
red, green, and blue on the sides
speeding on, screeching at turns,
causing a fear of life,
a fear of death, a feeling which turns
as the wheels turn
sounds drilling down
deep into marrow before hitting the ground.
The truck passes, the sound dims
so all the fear felt quiets and passes.
Regret is realized as all that time
that was swept, the fear taking away
most moments till nothing was left.
AYESHA F. HAMID 