Reflected Soul

Reflected Soul

I almost touched Broadway. We passed it on the bus,

But then we turned the wrong way and it danced away from us.

I traced it through the window, streaks of longing on the glass;

But someone honked, the light was green, our driver hit the gas.

I almost cried out, “Wait!” but I bit my tongue in time,

They can take away the music but they couldn’t take my rhyme.