stood
beside the mailbox by
the big little road
horns blown
my salute extended
going about our business.
when i'm out there
on it barreling
in the Cadillac
issuing the fuck yous
and flashing lights
it's not right.
none of it is
us
are.
just in the nature of this.
-everyone with somewhere
to beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,
and nothing.
(c) 2014 peter graves roberts
