Watching

Driving isolates us from one another
windows up, I watch the cinema of the road
of the street of the passing fields
in some cars are reciprocatory
in others are actors in dramas
of which I see only vignettes.

The woman with the bruise:
is that the mark of a cupboard door
or a fist
The man with the crutches:
was he in an accident
or surgery
The young woman in bloom:
will she realize in time that
this is her day

I follow the eye back into the
swelling blood vessels, the contusion
caused by an incident with her
foot slipping and stopping her bathroom door
in the path of her eyebrow — ouch!

I follow the crutches back to the
hospital, the setting room, the impact
in the car against the concrete abutment — crunch!

I know the young woman will spend
the rest of her life too late
trying to catch that look
the one brief flash of
total perfection that happened today
while I was the only one watching. Damn!

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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