Self Observation

I am much more polite
On the morning drive
If I take the time
To walk the yellow voilet path;
The path of bleeding hearts
And flowering wood sorrel,
To the Thump-house
And sit patiently on the wooden seat
And watch the hummingbirds
Dive-bomb the feeder
Just outside the window
While I relieve myself
Of the waste that can make me roar
Up passing lanes and around
Slow vans with
One Man One Woman stickers
And drivers with tight gray curls,
Who may pull out in front of me.