November 7, 2015

Bad Behavior

Rolling down the freeway
doing eighty,
I'm left behind by those
in an even bigger hurry,
though I have the feeling
we're all heading 
for the same place.
The driver in my mirror
seems desperate
to get there first,
trying to will me
out of her way.
But I hold my ground;
like everyone else,
she'll just have
to go around.
I will not help her
in her rudeness, the road
a blur of bad behavior,
where some drivers
get lost forever;
perhaps she knows
better than I,
we will not pass
this way, again.