031310 It Wasn'T The Car Poem by Manonton Dalan

it was stop on rural virginia
sunny, windy and a little warm
i look at my rear view mirror
white prius is behind, too close
worry came to mind, unstoppable
i'm anticipating that it will fly

for a moment green came on
it swerve to left and made this
whining sound, hardly could move
all of a sudden she cut me off
in my mind 'oops, must be recall'
but she glide slowly at the next light

we must be going to same place
the dollar store for frugal people
she park and i park not far away
i happened to catch up with her
i ask about what's wrong with her car
she said ' sorry i change my mind'