metal plastic, matters not,
moving rolling, engine hot,
pushing ahead,
mass of air,
goes by me,
changes my hair,
in a new direction,
takes my hat,
without discretion,
seeing eye blurs,
rush even at, an early hour,
foot plus gas pedal equals power,
and for some, that is all they will
ever have,
but walk I will by the boulevard,
dog on leash scenting hard,
for a place to go out of the blast,
that never ends as they all go fast,
while I must look slow, walking beside the boulevard.