|Valya - 091312|
I looked back in the mirror of memory
for a guide to which lanes are still open
to merge, swerve, and pass in.
The mirror showed me this lane was closed
due to too much time and too little use.
The mirror also showed me that lane was empty
but would take me down a precarious exit.
I looked forward again, through the windshield
of nearing destinations and arrivals,
nudged on the turn signal
and didn't bother to check my blind spot
for those dangers I can't let myself see.