Vision

 

I saw a bandy-legged dwarf
Waddling away from
Some kind of ragged mutt
Stiff-legged in full rigor
Beside the cattle guard
Along the Interstate.
Further up the road
A beater sat blinking
Emergency flashers
Awaiting the imminent return
Of its diminutive driver.
A dozen cars or more zoomed by
Oblivious—by every indication—
To the dwarf
And the Dodge
And the dog.
There’s some kind of message there
But I’m damned if I know what.