In passing with my mind
on nothing in the worldbut the right of way
I enjoy on the road byvirtue of the law—
I sawan elderly man who
smiled and looked awayto the north past a house—
a woman in bluewho was laughing and
leaning forward to look upinto the man’s half
averted faceand a boy of eight who was
looking at the middle ofthe man’s belly
at a watchchain—The supreme importance
of this nameless spectaclesped me by them
without a word—Why bother where I went?
for I went spinning on thefour wheels of my car
along the wet road untilI saw a girl with one leg
over the rail of a balcony
on nothing in the worldbut the right of way
I enjoy on the road byvirtue of the law—
I sawan elderly man who
smiled and looked awayto the north past a house—
a woman in bluewho was laughing and
leaning forward to look upinto the man’s half
averted faceand a boy of eight who was
looking at the middle ofthe man’s belly
at a watchchain—The supreme importance
of this nameless spectaclesped me by them
without a word—Why bother where I went?
for I went spinning on thefour wheels of my car
along the wet road untilI saw a girl with one leg
over the rail of a balcony
