A Thousand

A thousand American tragedies going up and down the freeway chasing the American Dream. There's one now, weaving in and out of traffic, desperate to get where he is going at the expense of not getting there at all. Willing to take us all with him whether or not we are willing to go. And ahead, there's one, like me, creeping along, trying to keep that old car moving for one more day of work. There's one sorting her mail, cell phone attached, weaving, weaving, disaster coming, It's only a matter of crime. A big double semi passes me and in a careless moment I almost shift lanes between the trailers. Why weren't you thinking? A moment of clarity, but soon I return to the fray, one of the American tragedies chasing the American Dream