With a pipe in his mouth and a stern
unscolding look beneath it Mr. Hugo
climbed in to the passenger seat of
the large, weathered Luxury car from
another era which I had recently taken
to driving and we began, floating
easily down the roads and byroads
of the town in which we had found ourselves

We spoke softly of the other cars
on the road, which seemed to speed
past us with abandon and an uncaring,
foolish sort of gait. We considered that
the drivers had no real concept of the
power they were handling. That they
did not know they could change the world.

I changed lanes easily as the powerband
shifted and before I knew it we were on
a highway heading north and out of town.

Though another poor woman who we passed
was not so lucky in her green minivan,
we did not kill a soul that day
and so the topic ended
as the blue lights flashed
and we digressed.