morning creeper

Predawn morning walk,
Jes inspects every leaf,
high beam halts in road.

Another creeper,
man or beast, behind the wheel–
drools at yoga pants–lingers.

I, so stunned at first,
wave then bellow, hey, good morning,
stunning my stunner.

Engine revs, creep drives.
One last anonymous glare.
Pulse thrums. Drive on, creep!

A bullhorn next time?
Catch him with a camera?
Shoot creep in action?

Spotlight creepiness.
Would his heart race like trapped prey
if he was so exposed?


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