When driving and I see ahead
Pedestrian (where cars have sped)
Who’s poised to cross the street but waits
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!