When the rain came,
we were driving slow.
We wove around the amber glows;
traffic lights;
hazard lights;
blinker lights;
rows and rows of amber glows;
(the nurse snipped the wristband off
with blunt amber-handled scissors
and the colour was so appropos)
bike reflectors;
the road’s cats’ eyes;
slower; slow;
“take it easy, when you get home,
get some rest; try not to fret;
take it slow”;
the amber glow.