Corollas nearing Mustangs,
Mazda’s tailing Infinities,
a Lincoln passed by a beat-up Ford
each precisely spaced in time;
big rigs,
SUV’s,
sedans,
minis,
motorcycles,
speeding south through radar
on interstate I-75.
On the curve, the cloverleaf,
the exit ramp, the straight-away,
mile after mesmerizing mile
alert for the next hundred feet,
attention is lavishly paid,
before, beside, behind.
Alarms ahead,
red lights signal deceleration.
A crowd of cars jolt to a standstill,
driven by women and men who
understand enlightened self-interest.
The safety of each is in everyone’s hands.
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Could this principle be applied to politics?