Road Rage
I remember commuting.
My last job was 37 miles
Each direction,
Against traffic, one hour, easy.
I remember being stuck
45 minutes on the airport expressway
Fuming, raging, thinking
“I’d better see an ambulance”
And hating myself for that thought.
Someone changing a tire
On the other side of the freeway
Would cause a rubber-neck back-up.
I would get to work
Wild eyed and white knuckled
Today, I lost ten minutes
Getting home, stuck behind
Two sprayers and a tractor
Moving from field to field.
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