Traffic Babble
by homer
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.