the early years

the boy
in the bmw,
the new car as
red as a fresh
picked cherry,
with his ball cap
on backwards,
the silver
lenses of his
sunglasses
making him
appear to be
from the future.
how he dodges
in and out
of speeding
traffic,
no signal,
no sign, just
his foot
on the pedal
with disregard
for his life
and mine.
so good to be
young
and believe
that death
can't happen.