on the way to a latte





i passed a man who
was poking at road kill with a stick
poke poke poke

and i wanted to stop my car and ask
why but the driven look
to his
poke
poke
poke with that long stick that


sent me down the asphalt
gritting my teeth.

i passed a shoe
brown suede long laces
sitting on the double yellow line
one shoe

nobody with a stick
no mate down the road a piece
one shoe

no one hit that shoe
carefully driving around it

made me think
but by then the starbucks' drive-thru
came into view.