Prompt: Billy Collins wrote: "...the poets are at their windows." Nothing is simpler. Stay there looking out until you see movement. Maybe just a car passing by. What kind? Color? How fast? Where do you think it's going? Who's driving? How do you feel about cars? About the state of the roads? Perhaps you will be loved to write by what is moving.

My response:
"The kind of car I saw was a rusty pickup truck. And a hobo was driving it. I think cars are boring. The state of the roads is okay, I guess. I'm just glad that my tax money is being used.