In the rearview mirror
receding montage of children
standing at the intersection
waiting for yellow buses
I weep leaving them behind
but they soon pass me
in their own cars
some wave
some do not
Several cars later
I see them on the road
kids, groceries, pets
in the back seat
some wave
some drive faster
Some drive in wrecks
some walk, bike
some are chauffeured
some never appear
I focus on the road
glance at the rearview
some are still standing
at the intersection
shiny and smiling
as before
