the car wash

the man
with a bucket
of water and soap
goes after
his car as if
there was
something else
on his mind.
he is chasing
something, not
just dirt away.
his thumb
presses against
the nozzle
of the hose
forcing out
the water into
a hard hurtful
stream. his
expression
never changes,
he is
deep in thought.
he goes from
wheel to wheel
with a scrub brush.
he has much to
say, you can see
that, but the car
keeps him
quiet, at least
for now
and he refuses
to look up
to see her
in the window.