the acidity of
monetarily evaluating
human relationships
and the patronage or
matrimony
haha
the fluidity of emotion
and ergonomically inclined
writing utensils the
anger and fury of the
blank white page
hahahaha
the fear and want
the finishing the complete
filling in the end
unfinished freeway construction.
(right lane must exist)
i fixed my eyes on a spot
on the windshield and immediately
a drop of rain landed squarely
in my line of vision and
dolloped then danced mere
milliseconds from the cutting strike
of the wiper blade banishing
it into mist and vapor and
I know it’s just water, just
a compound, but as it left,
flying into nothing and nowhere,
I wondered if it felt its loss.
