in front of me, in a fit
of road
rage
gets out of his truck
and waves
an enormous wrench
at me.
i was slow
to step on the gas when
the light
turned green
three blocks
ago.
he wants to teach me
a lesson
i suppose.
i take his picture holding
the phone
up
as he screams.
finally he gives up
and drives away.
maybe
he's having a bad day,
i think.
1 comment:
The end comment on this poem made me laugh.
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