excuse me, little guy
fuck, the road we need is closed and now
hot colors are filling the stale air, which is
still cold because we were running late and
had to start the car in a hurry and
i feel like you’re mad at me
for making you drive me in today,
but you only curse the detour.

as we come up on a bird, doing little
bird things in the street,
you are sure not to hit him but you
also slow down as not to scare him,
and be cause you know it’s really
you that are in his way.

and even though you
needed every second this morning,
you cared more.

© lj brooks