Morning Rush
got his window
rolled
and flicks his cig
and I watch it
bounce and roll
to stop
the drift a version
just went through
red light, green light
his pick-up truck
nothing but dust
move on
to fill the tank
press the buttons
yes
no
and look up
at the slats
a corner of the covering
belongs to that bird
and he watches
that woman
walk to her car
with that big bag
of tater chips
that gulp drink
what he’d give
for a chip
crank the tank
watch the needle
hit the gas
the brake
see the leaves
rush upstream
like swimming salmon
a nest of swarming
honey bees
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