Dear Mr Pick-up Truck Slowing down at the white painted -------------criss cross slamming on the breaks. Your intention is not one of courtesy. Long legs strut past you with a manicured wave. Another wanted whistle swallowed. A smile that just might make your morning. Mr. Bald rubber rubbed down fantasy. When you thought about saying that the reason is not to obey. Laws about traffic. It’s a summoned… Observation. Of the way I ... float.