Who Do You Watch from Your Car?
Summer Saturdays Alice's spouse
parks in the shade facing Safeway.
He shops and she watches
mothers load junk food
into their trunks,
while children hang on the carts,
shoving each other.
"Not my problem," she says
rubbing useless legs. "What can I do?"
she asks the windshield wipers.
I, too, watch from my car.
One unpredictable day
while watching a regatta,
I saw a lady sailor
keeling into gray, choppy waves.
I stepped out of my car and called,
"Your boat's no home.
You lean too far.
You are alone."
Of course, she couldn't hear me.
Who do you watch from your car?
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