too close

a man smoking
dressed in black robe and slippers
on the corner of the street
illuminated by headlights and hidden from view
of the houses behind him,
a tall bush.

there was a golden labradoodle 
barking through the glass
of a second story window
tail wagging,
early in the morning.

The elderly man parked 
the van on the roadside
his head in his hands, rubbing,
and looking into the sky.

The twinkling of circus top 
lights against the night sky
- it isn’t even the weekend yet.

The couple in the car park 
fighting until they come close, 
a kiss, and 
her back against the car door.

The two stoned or drunk individuals 
walking in the middle of the road 
and over the top of roundabout, 
in what was once a busy town.

there was a time 
when I couldn’t bear to think 
this would happen 
and there is the now, 
where it is before my eyes.

The misfiring spark plug in my car 
is the only thing that I have 
to relate to you 
in your current situation. 

Sometimes it just seems too close.

I wish there was nothing misfiring in you.