You see faces looming up for a brief instant
As you hurtle by one another
Whoosh
Whoosh
Whoosh
Onrush of air stirs a
Sweet kiss moment as tons of
Metal
Glass
Plastic
Careen inches away
But for an instant there’s a flashbulb moment
Both of you look to see who’s sharing the space
There, caught in flagrante are the nosepickers
Booger mining
They don’t seem to care that the windows are transparent
Engaged in some major excavation of the nasal cavity
While on public display
The problem eaters, pushing into their slathering mouths
Junk food packets of varying size and heft
Spew inducing confections only mildly poisonous
Reckless texters playing with the ubiquitous devices
Going down with all thumbs
Wardrobe adjusters moving the girls or adjusting the package
Dolled up dolls
Applying eye shadow
Mascara
Lipstick
Looking at the rearview mirror instead of the road
Some of them have spotless cars
Some cars are full of trash
Or beanie babies glued across the dash
You hurtle by this kaleidoscope of faces
Speculate on who they are
Imagine a date with that cute one
Try to guess occupations
These days a lot of faces are blank
Inured to the weight of troubles
That burdens their souls
A lot of faces are red faced angry
Neck straining
Eye popping
Steam blowing
Red faced angry
I like the singers a lot better
Who are never off key
Belting it out with gusto and abandon
Passengers who prop their dirty feet on the dashboard
Or dangle them out the window
Likely for a good airing
Smokers chugging away
Like those old steam engines they used to have in the westerns
Some people are crying
Tears streaming down their faces
While their white knuckled grips
Are about to snap the steering wheel into pieces
Some faces smile back
Share a moment with a grin
And a come hither flirt that flies from eye to eye
Mutual seduction instantaneously
Two cars passing
In the night
David Trudel © 2012
