The sky is only light and brightly now.
One car then another and so many more insist on their own place in motion.
A friendly and aggressive honk. The risk can multiply and divide.
If I walk the sidewalk, I’m an object subject to observation.
A subject among objects is a king and a queen on substantial pavement.
I’m afraid of the oversight and the judgements that come with it.
The sky completes a circle with a guess.