FOR CROSSING GUARDS
Lethal Weapon 24; that car with the torn bumper
careening around the corner. Its Chinese occupants
know nothing less than the dearth of information
the white guys may have told them. Yellow means
speed up, the light, that is. The red Stop is but a
cautionary notice. Move along at your own set
pace. Keep it going. By all means help is always
near. The crossing guard is a steady stranger.
Stop! Look! Listen! they used to say.
Now it's 'Merrily, on your way!'