Cars
I watch the cars drive by
all going somewhere
for some purpose or set destination
unknown to me.
A brief second
caught within my sight
then passed
quietly and quickly on their way.
For a moment though
I catch a short glimpse
of blank faces, thoughtfully
scanning the road forward.
They are always in a rush
hurried tires touching the road
barely leaving an imprint
that would mark they were here.
I wonder where they're going
oblivious of my watching
contemplating their needs
to shop, to drive, to go anywhere but home.
A weekend doesn't slow the pace
like a job at work, they're busy
obsessed with doing something,
missing what they have looking for more.
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