LEA
When you walked West from your home
down the main street to the
heart of the town
a car driving in from the country
could slip up silently behind you
A quick blast of the horn
and your knees
would collapse and you’d
drop like a stone
Good sport in a small town
If you were walking down that street
today
and I was driving behind
I would be sorely tempted to do it again
but this time
I would want to catch you