Someone with whiskers lies back
In the front passenger seat
Of a Subaru Outback in evening sun.
Pedestrians stroll past with plastic
Bags and sunglasses on their eyes.
Gossipy conversation fragments
Drift along with the dust and a boy
Sneezes. Not a soul, least of all
The whispered someone blesses
Him. A little wind, a little hymn
To wanton erudition and useless
Drollery: more simply, just a breeze.