the car sits
forlorn
in the parking lot
thinking about
the miles it hasn’t
gotten to run
the full belly of fuel
slowly evaporating
as the fool walks

what kind of world
do we live in
where people
walk past their cars
and hoof it
to their destinations

not this one
but it might be
a nicer one
if we did

not for the cars
they’ve grown reliant
on our reliance on them
wonder what
the yearly car suicide rate
in places
with well organized
mass transit is