With backs to wind corridor
A Raggedy Ann
And her Raggedy Andy
Press lips to keep themselves warm
Pocket change jingles
As pelvic bones grind
Red hair aglow in street mist
Squeegees tight in clenched fists
Twisting, separating
As lights turn back to red
They prance into traffic
Dance with strangers under glass
A nervous smile
Powers down side window
Searches for something nice to say
Decides the dollar says enough
Invisible strings are pulled
Laughter from Ann and Andy
Escapes in tufts, like stuffing
That shows where they've been torn
Suburban paranoia
Speeds away from its creation
With windshield nice and clean
With rearview mirror reflection
c) C. Butler 1999
