Tuesday, March 16, 2010
For the Gentleman in the Champagne Mercedes
When you honked the horn of your fancy car
Because you were in a hurry to turn right,
And the woman jogging across the road
Was in your way,
I was watching.
I saw your face grow read
As you shook your head in disbelief.
Honking was your way of reminding the world
How much your time is worth.
The young woman in her blue running shorts,
Sweaty blond hair clinging to her neck beneath her ponytail,
Strode across the road in front of your bumper
And stepped cheerfully onto the opposite curb
Among the dandelions.
Your horn seemed too loud and too late.
She turned at its noise
And laughed at you.