Walking Toward the Bayou

Walking toward the bayou for an evening jog,
still blocks a way, when a man,
                                not too far ahead,
bounds off his porch,
clearing all five steps,
and scrambles toward the street,
hurling a green backpack out before him,
toward the back of the white Chevy,
as he rounds to the driver's door, yanks it open,
and motors away, vanishing amid the dark oaks.