"Objects in the Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear"

Bumper to bumper in every lane,

A shortcut - you say - around the inane.

Past the fancy restaurants and the

Strolls in the park, past parties, drinking

And kissing in the dark. An open roof

On a cold year, your foot presses hard

rushing into fifth gear. My excuses have

Paid the fare, walking instead without care.

Your cracked glass raises, toasting to us, our

Children, their children all running for the bus.

My hands shake off their rust, and spin the wheel

As we begin to veer I kneel, fearful of our stop.

She soars through shields, head over heels

A speeding heart in need of braking