Dressed department store-style, straight out
of t.v. commercial convenience:
he -- baggy pants kicking about
as he pushes her across the foot bridge;
she -- her head turned to test below
where I sit in my car, audience
to their loving show.

Driving down their deserted road,
I almost hear the background soundtrack score
as they dance across the overpass,
and the smooth voiced-announcer declares
this is living, this is life, buy this.
I fear, if I reach out to my windshield,
it will be a video screen --

the world behind it, chaos.