Traffic Babble

A car swerved in front of me this morning, at five miles per hour,

edging out advantage one car length at a time

I thought, robotically, “I hope you’re happy with that decision.”

After one hundred mindless repeats of this scene

I came to the emptiness of my words

and so uncovered the truth in them, as they were converted to prayer

I hope you’re happy with that decision.

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