Is This Glass Half Empty, Half Full, or Twice as Large as it Needs to Be?
is the question on a Volvo passing me at ninety,
while I’m running at the speed limit,
tailgated by a truck with a cross on the rear-view.
The Volvo also tells me, quickly, that the owner’s son
Is an Honor Student at Something Middle School,
something impressive, I’m sure, but the tailgater
has passed me, showing that he
Stands Up for something
and Yeah, it’s Got a Hemi.
We’re all three doing philosophy
at different levels, I suppose,
my bumper blank of opinion.