Generalizing Traffic
You see a car and you instantly think
She’s young, She’s cute. She’s blonde. She’s perky.
She’s a smiler. She has perfect nails.
Then you catch up.
She is a he.
About eighty.
Struggling to see.
You see a truck and you instantly think
He’s the boss. He has little cowboys. He is rugged.
Then you catch up and she’s a junk yard dog,
The inside looks like the home of a hoarder
She is dropping cigarette ashes out the window.
You are amazed at how wrong you are.
Even traffic
cannot be generalized.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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