Get in.
Close door.
Start engine.
Put in reverse.
Put in drive.
Push gas pedal.
Look around,
this world's diverse.
On the left
there is a man.
He has no home.
Just a can.
On the right,
a battered puppy.
Try to call him
he just ran.
In the mirror
there is a girl
who crosses the street.
She is pretty.
In front of me
there stands a man.
He stares at me.
His hair is gritty.
Pull in driveway.
Put in park.
Take keys out.
Go inside.
Shut the door.
Tell myself
enough seen
for one ride.
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