Individual people
Make themselves comfortable,
Quickly, with just exactly
As much privilege, safety,
Freedom and security
As they find themselves allowed,
An observation offered
By way of pure prediction
And also explanation.
When you see the distracted
Driver of an SUV
Texting and parking skew-whiff
Then meandering across
A crosswalk in her own world,
Narrowly avoiding death,
And you wonder how she’s lived
Into and through middle age,
With the resources to shop
And afford a set of wheels
And personal devices
And clean clothes to go out in,
Consider it’s possible
She’s an individual
Who knows the parameters
Of protection in her world,
An animal who uses
Her privileges to take
Chances with doddering grace,
Who has survived by virtue
Of luck and not exceeding
Securities as given,
As a person, lax, like you.
Saturday, April 3, 2021
How to Read the Parking Lot
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