6 PM ON THE BQE

6 PM ON THE BQE

Brooklyn Queens Expressway

Waiting to exit,
a dozen cars deep,
I glance out
the driver-side
window and,
beyond six over-
worked lanes,
behold rolling
gray acres of
gravestones.
As the minutes
perish and blow
across the road
to the cemetery,
I inch forward
from anxiety
to envy and tip
my newsboy cap
to those NYers,
who aren’t dying
to get somewhere.

–Joel Allegretti


Poetry Writing

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