Drive By
A car passing
Slowly
Maybe finding an address
Gray sky
Snow on the road
Sleet falling
Untidy garbage cans
Observations
The driver sees me
Watching from a high window
Who is she in the car
That drives so slowly
Who looks at me here
Question mark
We watch each other for a pause
I point ahead
She drives that way
I don’t know who she is
I don’t know why
I sent her that way
Rhetorical posits
My pointing was a thought
My watching was a thought
And she - just a thought
Enigmatic asides
The street is empty now
The window empty
Both gone
Wind plowing drifts
Into darkness
Inconclusive resolution
A circle almost completed
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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