(for Steve from Sydney)

enroute to the airport
you threw a fit out the window
so I stopped the car
refused to start the engine

watched  you
from the driver’s seat
hunched in the  humidity
searching the verge

till an insect
brilliant iridescent
landed eye level
inside the windscreen
and we stared with interest
at each other

it was a long time
till you found the syringe 

got back in the car
and missed your plane

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