coexist

when the woman
behind you,
an inch away
from striking
your car,
grimaces red faced,
white knuckles
on her steering wheel
cursing because
you are only doing
50 in a 45
lane, you can't
help but wonder
what gives
as she passes you
waving maniacally
with one finger.
and before she
runs the red
light ahead
of you,
you see the blue
and white coexist
sticker on
her bumper, next
to the yellow
ribbon, the pink
ribbon. she's
a friend of the zoo
too. she goes to
obx, and her kids
are smart. all
of them honor
students, playing
lacrosse, baseball,
soccer, involved
in the performing
arts. you imagine
she might be a good
person if not driving,
but then again,
perhaps not.