Two Wheel Tuesday: Trapped

Those knots of steel, intended as a warning, keep away

you learn

after being snagged, hung up, torn cotton, maybe

ripped hide.

Ensnared by dealers of falsehoods

wielding forked tongues, spitting lies disguised as promises.

Freedom of movement, trapped in long lines, sluggish

trudging, stop, go, stop, go

stop.

When no one moves, nothing gets done.

I noticed something colorful resting inside the 'O' and went for a closer look; though not in the traffic down on the freeway, Big Bird seemed to be equally trapped in a circle of stone.