This poem was written for my form and technique of poetry class. It is written (mostly) in syllabic verse with each line holding ten syllables. Enjoy.

Cars speeding past in a blur of shiny

metal. The sun burning hot reflecting

off shards of broken glass. Thick summer air

filling with smoke. The smell of gasoline

emptying onto the pavement. Blue and

red flashing lights reflecting in the

rearview mirror. Screeching tires, blaring

horns echoing against the glass. Speeding

ambulances flying up the shoulder,

dodging the miscellaneous cars.

The wounded and dead being carried

away. Bystanders on cellphones capturing

their departure. Walking over white blocks

painted on the asphalt. The air stagnant,

the world spinning in slow motion. Until,

the light turns green, gas petals hit the floor,

and each car rolls forward, driving away.