in the driver’s seat.

watching the wheels

chugging by

spin in still motion.

biting around the veiny

core until i crunch seed

.

i’m startled by a knocking

on my window.

actually on the roof.

a tree branch reaching for the reflective

pearly white top.

impatiently rapping

.

a young oak

ripe with brilliant green leaves

curling in the heat of summer.

extending its limbs to me

through the metal

.

yes, yes i’m okay.

thank you.

(8/26/20)