I'm driving 63 in the middle lane
in this lazy hot sun and you
should pass me;
I'm uninterested in your
mundane urgency and
ordinary thoughts
crushed feathery
creature on the road
how did you die so?
tire-tracks in oil, cut deep through
the bone and skull,
beautiful.
the sun beams its image on
this hot earth
and life above
two cars pass the
divider
a bmw and a honda
life is urgent and death is nearer
I don't think they quite understand
I'm just a Mexican driver
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