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Brake, Brake, Brake
with a nod to Alfred, Lord Tennyson and the morning commuters

Brake, brake, brake!
            For a chat and a snack and a coffee.
What's all the rush and the bustle and fuss?
            You look like a bunch of zombies.

As your whizzing cars go by
            To your jobs O-so-far away,
I wish for you a day by the sea
            And the sight of your children at play.

While your metal ships sail down
            To the bottom of my long hill
I wish you good luck with your busy day
            And hope that it gives you a thrill.

Brake, brake, brake!
            On flat black tarmac, O Please!
Stop—right now—your wheels from spinning
            For just one moment and breathe!

by Elizabeth Boquet

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Elizabeth Boquet teaches English and chairs The Pernessy Poets in Lausanne, Switzerland. Her poems have appeared in Crab Orchard Review, Snapdragon, Stoneboat, Necessary Fiction, Offshoots and other literary journals. Naomi Shihab Nye awarded her a Geneva Writers' Group Literary Prize (2nd place) in 2017. www.elizabethboquet.com