winding
starting stopping
beeping
wondering out the window
at camels
topheavy
with something
people in rags
slacks and shirts
lingering
chaotic roadside
colorfully painted promises
herald blissful digital future
but throw only shadows
on the majority below
no food and drink in images
they know
fresh water
a meal
homemade homes
plastic rooftops
everywhere garbage
this is the stuff of life
cows mingle with the forlorn and privileged
motorbikes merge into two-way madness
carrying families
friends
me
a civilized man
educated
travelled
staring into and away from
the obvious irony
of where I am
and where I'm going
