giant stop

The giant drives perched
in his tiny car (comparatively
- it's humongous to you and me)
one wheel taking almost the whole
of two neighboring roads, where they don't
too much diverge, and his undercarriage
flies over
the rooftops above,
startling birds. He drives
with such painstaking care, without
ever a swerve, or a sudden brake - he hates
to look stupid! But can't even spot
the tiny signs
by the side

of this road
or that. He rolls on through,
in his laughably tiny car. There was
some discussion of building a giant stop
sign, or two, but talk fell through. It's okay
We all see him coming by miles off,
and considerately cede right-of-way. He's
disabled, we sigh. It's true. There's so much
he can't do, and we're happy
for him to just stay
in his laughably tiny car
and pass through. We'd rather
not be in the way.