She. Leaning back.
Scooping hair off her neck.
Air conditioning
Doing what it could.
Standstill traffic.
He. Edging forward.
Baseball cap keeping him cool.
Window down.
Doing what it could.
Slow crawl traffic.
They looked, right.
Smiled.
A micro moment in infinity.
Subconscious.
Humanity.
Connection.
And the lights changed.
And the traffic moved.
And they drove apart.
Divided by direction
And a million other differences.
He. She.
Anonymous.
But instinctively
A smile.
We’ll make it. Humanity.
Connection.