Come in close. Pass and go / over road-kill. /
Women wince through cat’s-eye glasses.
Plastic flowers decorate the dash.
Truck beds gather road dust.
Turn signals flash.
A slow in the flow
brings a grip to the wheel,
laid back,
they play with the radio,
talk on the phone,
come in close, pass and go.
Trees line the street.
No movement,
but blossoms catch the wind.
Stop watching.
Stop, wander, walk into traffic / stops /
another slow in the flow /
I’m sorry, excuse me,
lost / wandering /
alone /
and on down the road.

I’m the one walking home
and this is what they miss.