The rear lights are like boomerangs.
Designed to catch one’s breath.
Naturally, they have no other apparent significance.
No one else is in danger, only you.
Because if you happen to be at the wheel
for a start you’ll forget
that the other aspect is also lurking.
It’s enough that you let it rip
believing that everything is clear.
You see, anything different dazzles
but it doesn’t automatically lead anywhere.
There are a number of thorns on the road
for you to share a naked joy.
And you don’t have a more precise need.
This is how things are, were and will be again.
Usually sharp like the others.