My foot on the brake, I stare
and I remember reading somewhere
that Ringo Starr’s black jacket is for sale on eBay
with a signed letter of authenticity
from his girlfriend, Nancy Andrews.
A truck behind me honks.
The crow tilts its eye, then waddles
across another wide stripe.
In London, there’s a webcam
mounted at the corner of Abbey Road,
and you can log on 24 hours a day
to watch people cross the street.
The truck driver swerves
and misses the bird.
Tourists in the busy intersection
near Garden and Grove End Road stop
to have their picture taken.
They walk in groups of four,
and there’s always someone with bare feet,
posing like McCartney.
They just stand in mid-stride,
facing the oncoming traffic.
About the Author: Petra Whitaker is a recent transplant from Ashland, Oregon, to the Chicago area. Her work has appeared in Mosaic Art and Literary Journal, The Whistling Fire, Connotation Press: An Online Artifact and other magazines.