a mere mile,
with three
traffic lights to slow down
to, or stop
when it's red.
i'm just going to get
cream for my
coffee.
that's the list.
but a few roadragers
make it an
adventure with their
flashing lights behind
me,
their one finger salute,
their red faces
and screams
as they weave back and
forth in a dance
of anger.
i'm apparently not going
fast enough
in the right lane
as school lets out
and it begins to rain.
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