Wednesday, July 24, 2024

he's having trouble at home maybe

the man
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:

Di said...

The end comment on this poem made me laugh.