I nearly heard the horn last night--
the car missed by inches as it sped
with the addled driver
gritting teeth as he clutched the wheel--
I boarded the bus when it came minutes later
and a few blocks down looked out the window
to see Speedy Hotass pulled aside--
his face red in the spinning cherrytop
as he looked up at the cop--broad as a billboard--
would the world always work so perfectly...
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