Middle of the Road (or Ode to Mr. O's Tie 2)

Standing on the pavement
Cool and wet beneath my feet
Moon shining above me
Dressed all in black

Fog floats over the road
Yellow line under me
Headlights in the distance
Cars rumble on

Passing me, invisible
They blow a cool breeze
My skin is damp
My cheeks are happy

Friz in my hair
As the wind blows
Down the middle of the road
One car comes too close


Authoress' note: Well, you see, Mr. Ostleger had this tie that looked like the lines on the middle of the road...