in traffic
I’m just another car
another pair of sun glasses/ reflecting scattered clouds
or other implacable faces staring
from a safe distance

behind them
eyes/ cleverly made up/ betraying a ravished soul
unwilling to despair in front of their audience
unwilling to drop the tears barely hanging
in their corner

anonymously they pray
with a prolonged bow, a pair of hands on the Bible,
that no one would ever notice their tremble
that no one would ever notice their Sunday morning lost gaze
that no one would ever notice their youth
dying.

and nobody ever will

in traffic
I’m just another car…