-an appreciation of the common windshield-

one looks into it

to locate the driver

and passengers, and

one looks out from it

to see just about everything else.

apart from persons and pets of recognition

we occasionally find people we don’t know

from the inside of windshields which have

much the same properties, but the eye’s

penetration finds the interior goings on

to be far different.

take the drive-in movie for instance.

peering into certain windshields

we find lovers groping one another.

we see arms and legs, moving in ways

where limits to the pliability of anatomy are tested,

drenched mouths, which in other situations

would require the use of immediate napkins,

and hands with fingers in slow-motion, traveling

through the ecstasy of otherworldly destinations, while

the giant-sized screen on the outside of the windshield

operates within the confines of its reflected space, where

beyond this constriction, we find the planets and stars, and

occasionally on the inside of the windshield at the drive-in

we find the same.