What if the universe was actually
Trying to get your attention?
You know, metonymically speaking,
Where “the universe” is a beat-up van
Driven by a pretty
And you were one of those garden variety types
all the signs:
Always making the assumption
Who would want to get in that old thing?
Mistaking stellar lights for cosmic accidents
And personal missives for junk mail screeds
The extraordinary, temporal
Vehicle for undying love
As it slowly passed you by.