i see you there
up in your big chevy suburban
hand held high at the slow pace of the driver in front of you
where does this Saturday morning drive lead you
what presses so
that the speed-o-meter must run faster
the world has been good for you, generally
far, you are, from the majority world of daily subsistence
far you are, from the world of your youth, where with an inquisitive mind you explored the plight and glory of humanity
you raise your hand and i see you
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