New poem: Street

I got caught in some traffic the other day. A car

had stopped up ahead. I thought that it had broken

down. People started getting out of their cars and

beeping their horns. Someone walking on the

pavement alongside me was pointing. I got out

and walked up the street. There was a car with no

driver in it, rin the middle of a single lane. The door

was open and a man was standing in front of a car

looking down at the road. He was shouting. As I got

nearer, I could see that he was staring at the sign on

the surface of the road where it said SLOW and he

was shouting, ‘I’m not, I’m not!’