It was nice

The way an oncoming truck

Signalled and made a left

Through the intersection

With the green light ahead,

Another vehicle

Made a right

From the left

On the intersecting road,

And I was able

To cruise right on through the light

Without needing to brake,

All as if choreographed,

We flowing in a ballistic ballet,

Thanks to the common rules of the road

That we take so for granted  

It was just a little thing

But it's nice

Once in awhile

For a not‑so‑squeaky wheel

To get some attention‑‑

Things running smoothly

All too often

Don't get noticed