The car sprang to life
No not literally
Metaphorically
As in someone turned the key
And now the car is on

I watched it drive down the street of thick trees
Not the car of course
The lonely person inside the car

I watched the black worn-down wheels hesitate
Then pull to the left
And off it went

I often wonder
If for the brief moment when the wheels hesitated
If the car ever considered going right
Not the car of course
But the lonely person inside the car

And I imagine the lonely person looking back
Through the clouded rear-view mirror to see the other road behind them
That would have taken them somewhere else

I wonder if the car had a say in the direction it was taken.

I wonder if at night, the car, not the person,
Stays awake dreaming of turning right.
Where left took them to the purple mountains, right would have taken them straight into the burning sun.

Please please please
Tell me
Is it possible to go both ways?