Sunday but late evening car ride home
long street fenced in grey and brown
lines facing off for Transformer ruck
hold between a skim of brightness
a bar of potent rain lit from behind
rolling under and between. small.
hunkered in a shell of glass filled
with competitive sounds. Charts
and chants of goads over goals.
Goofing about mimicking idols
passing opposite other shells
perhaps tuned into to similar