Chasing Green Lights
written by: Elizabeth Palmer Kellogg
It was Wednesday just
the morning commute
the warm pillows behind just
cooling in the ivory sheets
washed yesterday with just
the slightest summer scent
of purple flowers from just
before somewhere else when
I recalled the look in eyes just
yours before your gentle lips
speaking words of love just
for me nonsense when
the first traffic light just
turned so all the rusty cars
started chasing the just
green lights and I chasing
your aquamarine eyes just
three hundred million lights
away. It was Wednesday just
seven a.m. with my right
foot on the gas just
pressing forward toward
just you.
Elizabeth Palmer Kellogg writes poetry and makes quilts – piecing together words and piecing together scraps into works that are more than the sum of their parts. Her poems have been published in The Dillydoun Review, Spillwords, Red Eft Review, and One Sentence Poems. Her quilts have been displayed at the Kalamazoo Institute of Arts. She works as the assistant to the Director of Research at the W.E. Upjohn Institute for Employment Research in Kalamazoo, Michigan.
Latest posts by Elizabeth Palmer Kellogg (see all)
- Chasing Green Lights - September 24, 2025
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