5.19.2012

The Lives of Passing Cars


I watch the car
to my left
pass
and see a man.

He,
in earnest,
is making his way
to some place
unknown.

I call him a
speeder,
a liar,
a reprobate.

Then I am
overcome
with pity,
for I know
that he too
will one day
experience
loss.

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