Drive By
a car passing
driving slowly
narrow downhill
street
gray cloaked sky
snow on the road
sleet falling
sludge tipping
garbage cans
driver looks at me
i am over there looking
at her bundled form
her gloves grabbing
a loose steering wheel
now i am passing her
while standing still
slippery shoes
skate on
we watch us being this
downhill thought
a moment empties out
traction fills the space
a pause makes
when it grips itself
a plowing wind
pushes whiteouts
into a creeping darkness
inconclusive resolutions
pass-on-by
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