What Goes On In the Car
Crushingly tired driving down the freeway,
other cars take the fast lane past me,
light blinds me through my dirty windshield
and the wireless distracts me from the road.
Dragging my wonder to an angry hour ago...
A sedan nearly sends me off the side and
needlessly I slam on my brakes before he weaves.
Shock subsides and security builds
in knowing my needs were watched while
I was not wincing through my dirty windshield.
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