In the rain and wind my umbrella protects me:
it stops anything except large metal objects
that compete on the street to dissect me.

And all goes well in the rain and the blast
and I duck around puddles and passing splashes
until I am challenged by a car turning fast.

Cold eyes at the wheel, waiting in the lane casually:
large wet black car, driver watches at my eyes;
but soon as cars pass, tires screech: casualty.

I leap clear, throw him a glance to match his stare:
I’m too old to dodge cars; he’s too psychotic to drive.
I shake, wondering what if I had just stood there.

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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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