Wipers sigh

Removing

Droplets

Spat

From

The sky

 

Alternating

Fingers

Flick

Switches,

Front

And

Rear,

Dance

Wipers

Dance

 

Spit

Swept

Aside

Allows

A glance

 

Up

And

Down

No

Distinction

Between

Sky

And

Road

 

Left

And

Right

No

Distinction

Between

Expression

Or

Plight

 

Digital

Dashboard

Brightly

Laughs

‘You are

So late

You need

To go’

 

I don’t

I sit

And I wait

Watching

The twat

Take

The bus

Lane