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The Hand of Hannah

The traffic is sluggish

The atmosphere tense

Diastolics are elevated

The rush is on

If patience is a virtue

The beltway is a vice

I feel the tailgater’s stare

Portside’s moniker is “honker”

I’m ready to respond and then I hear

“Daddy, hold my hand”

I wrap one arm behind my seat

I feel her slim fingers intertwine with mine

I enjoy her giggle and release my sigh

I rejoice in the power

Hannah’s hand provides

© 2010 by Neil Tift