I found this Robert Shure poem I copied decades ago from a little book called TWINK
My windshield wipers have fallen in love.
Really? It should be an ideal romance
Do you think so?
Oh Yes, they go everywhere together.
They won’t be happy.
They’ll be too frustrated.
In the rain, they rush together for a
fleeting kiss, but they never quite make it.
That must be unbearable.
I don’t think they’ll be able to stand it.
They are probably better off without rain,
when they can just lie there and
stare at each other.
Do you think this is why my wipers now are parralel so they won’t get so frustrated? Ah Life’s questions.