Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Race

She insists on winning this race
speeding along Bird Road
with a self-conscious grin
and leaving behind
a whiff of Chanel No. 5
the imitation kind.

The bus—Miami-Dade Transit
to Little Havana—
lurches to a halt
to let her climb up,
as she finally stops
at the fare box
waving her Golden Passport EASY Card
and sighs, "I made it!"
leaning on her cane.

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Prompt: Speed, swiftness, something fast or quick