See how they were waiting and waiting
for something to show up in the mail
a turn at the big wheel so to speak
out of their league mostly true
but it was fun while it lasted.
If this poem could be anything
it would be their spirit attempts
with feathers and time crossing
the ocean grabbing all light
mixing it a little and so forth.
At least they weren't endlessly
sitting in cars and doing just
about the same although leaving
the motor running is what trucks
do when busy with deliveries.