IV

Here is guardian, lethargic. Slouched against back of pickup truck, garbed in reflectors and protectors. Turned away from the blinkers and flashing lights of emergency vehicles that pique the interest of late night passersby, he'd rather be in bed with wife or booze or both. Apathetic, unconcerned for those he wardens over and those he warns. He doesn't stir when a car approaches; waits for the driver to sate their curiosity, realize they cannot pass, and decide on a downtown detour, without raising his head or waving his hands. He dozes off.