Dear Neighbor
Thanks again for not murdering me
Though you came rather close
In my estimation
In this neighborhood without sidewalks
Where the sun shines brightly in the windy spring
Where I walk on the left side
As I was instructed in childhood
And I saw you heading right for me
And hoisted myself with my left foot
Onto the rather high concrete curb
And wobbled a bit
My balance not what it should be
So it would have served me right
A rather elderly man
And you youthful in your vim
Had I fallen into the trajectory
Of your big black truck
With the big big black tires
And the glass so dark
They won’t even know your name
All glossy all in arms
And the elevated speed
To strike fear into those
Not similarly equipped
It must be thus
Incognito in your black ops
Though I saw you in the distance
Pull forward from your driveway
So I probably know too much
And yet not enough
For I should have the good sense
To get well out of the way
Of your size
And your power
Which you display to the world
Out of obscure motives
Uncompromising you give no quarter
Hence I’m grateful that you did not fulfill your potential on this day
But you are self-sufficient
And need neither my gratitude
Nor my pity
Sincerely
Greg