When driving and I see ahead
Pedestrian (where cars have sped)
Who’s poised to cross the street but waits
Never miss a local story.
And cowed by traffic, hesitates
(At crossing where no signal light
Can force the cars to halt their flight)
I stop my car and wave them on
But looks I get are puzzled, drawn:
Is this a trick? Should we ignore it?
(They think I’ll wait, then pounce and floor it.)
But finally, convinced, they’ll cross
As caution to the wind they toss;
And once upon the other side
Their puzzled looks they cannot hide:
Befuddlement? Or wonder? Awe?
That any car obeys the law!