sidestepping a pattern of uneven pace

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.