Missed Taxis

As it showered then trickled; I stood under a small black umbrella. Yellow boots knocking the tarmac as the cars passed by.

Two PSVs offered a front passenger seat. Two PSVs offered seats behind the driver.

They teetered, leaned, roared and beamed. I waved each one on its way.

I stared at a bulb peeking out a window in the distance.

I heard the tire noise recede.

I rued their passing.