I hope it's clear that this poem starts with the nighttime mode rear view mirrors often have - and which I don't like- and then ends up somewhere else.
Night
Mirror (Driving in the Dark)
I prefer the headlights’ blinding
glare
telling me exactly who is where
to the dimmer romantic glow
revealing less than I need to
know
(objects are closer than they may
seem
in the night mirror’s deep sea
dream)
so please tell me plain what’s on
your mind:
do you mean to follow, pass, or
fall behind?
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