Poetry Prompt 093: Traction

    Traction

Let’s start simple: that ditch was the final
minute of the last class of high school.
Passing headlights blink indifferent, shine
wings that steel and windshield obliterate.

No bases rounded, no getting them home
before curfew. Giggles from the backseat
now are full-on laughs. Plans to make out
on permanent hold. Tread sighs like skin.

Two mad fathers threaten murder or worse.
If one more angry parent calls my folks up,
those military school brochures will spackle
the coffee table camo green, medal bronze.

When troopers come, they’ll make me blow.
Those girls in back; those fuming parents;
even the pal peeling branches desperate,
hoping he can make a surface tough enough

to get a little traction, praying for traction;
and this whole town is a ditch I’m stuck in.

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For today's prompt, write a poem in which someone (or something) is stuck somewhere. Perhaps, someone is stuck in line or in a situation (job, relationship, conversation, etc.). Maybe something (like a firefly) is stuck somewhere (like a Mason jar). Hope you're not stuck on a writer's block.