Invisible

                                               You don’t see me

                                               You don’t care

                                               Not true perhaps

                                               But you still don’t know I’m there

                                               Wing mirrors,

                                               Rear-view

                                               Not just for show

                                               They show me, and others to you

                                               No indication

                                               No warning

                                               Well intentioned maybe

                                               But they turn, I see it every morning

                                               Just one glance

                                               Maybe two

                                               A seconds’ hesitation

                                               Makes a better driver out of you

                                               That awful sound

                                               Screech and bump

                                               You’ll have to see now

                                               My bike and me, are that lump

                                               Nothing moving

                                               Not a sound

                                               Cocooned in your box,

                                               Confused, you look around

                                               Too late now

                                               It’s not enough

                                               Sorry!, just won’t do

                                               You didn’t see me – but I felt you

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