L-plate hitch-hiker
not sure what
Ryan thinks he’ll do
now he’s clinging —
to the edge of
one of those things —
while it might’ve seemed
an excellent idea
inside his scattergun brain
we never discussed —
now — this moment
as white metal
— rises —
with him hanging on
& no obvious way inside
i tell the little ones
to turn away
they don’t —
understandably
he should let go now
before he’s too high
— to fall
I had vivid images when reading the phrases
-“it might’ve seemed/ an excellet idea/ inside his scattergun brain”
-“white metal /— rises — / with him hanging on”
and then I wonder about the little ones.
I am not sure of the full story, yet I realize not all poems have stories. The images may be exactly what you are seeking to communicate.