Hey, I see you there, waiting to merge, a big piece of machinery for a tiny lady:

White bonnet, silver hair, blue dress, sleeves rolled up; one hand on the wheel, the other on the gear shift, all alone, looking to merge.

And you see me, alone, in my redline Avenger, silver hair, blue jeans, stereo blasting "Come & Get Your Love."

Windows open on this lovely April day. No music for you but you seem to like mine.

I zoom left. You merge right. Our eyes meet, we grin. We wave and speed on, as Kansans do when cruising Fifty--

Two farm girls going to town!