The rear end of a trash truck was bright in the darkness
My brain designed the arrangement of lights as a face
In an all too typical fit of pareidolia
Though definitely a mechanical version of one
Just a rough outline of five white lights
With one steadily flashing orange one at top center
Awaiting an input perhaps
George Harrison played on my radio
Another cheerful song
About some serious subject
And my mind wanders
Back to serious things
That I normally keep tucked away
Orange flashing light
George Harrison
Fucked up thoughts
I wish they'd go away
So I pass the now disapproving face of lights
That ass end of a speeding trash truck
Revealing open road ahead
Lined by all the multi-colored reflectors
That everyone wants to put at the end of their driveways
On their mailboxes
Corner posts
And unique family signs
Each trying so hard to be one of a kind
That they all bleed together into a kaleidoscope of colors
One not being distinct from another, really
George finishes his song
To reveal a sudden
"Burt Watson Chevrolet!
The only Chevrolet dealer by the airport!"
Distraction
I think of other things
More pleasant things
I bump up the cruise control a couple of times
And I drive on
- FDR22NOV2021
