Munday on Monday: Pedestrians

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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!

Don Munday