micropoem for the day: the rear view mirror

I never know what I am going to see when I look in the rear view mirror of my car. Some days it’s just a regular guy trying to get to his regular job, making regular time. Some days it’s a mom with her 2.5 kids, heading to drop them off to school. Some days it is some young guy heading toward me like Superman making like a speeding bullet. Scary, isn’t it?

rear view mirror sight
man on a motorcycle
sitting in traffic

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