late for school
no breakfast
late for work
no comp time
hop on bike
talking to self
hop in car
talking on cell
first class
no way I’m making it
first light
no way I’m braking it
steam rising
from red pitch on cold pavement
Read Between the Minds 
Ouch.
Well written 🙂
nice…..i like the way you take time to write about yourself here, and let us get to know you…..
The picture really illuminates the ending well…”cold pitch” is a really good way of saying it, too. The impersonality lends itself to the style of the poem, I think. The starkness of the picture matches the spacing of the poem…very well illustrated.
Whoa…