The way home
blocked with rows of iron horse
the car in front of me
accelerating agonizing slow of course
Traffic light nears
then switches to red before my eyes
voice is raised
words on my lips, not that nice
Green appears
and I relax again, step on the gas
humming I drive
another corner, another queue alas
Dark surrounds
my little haven with piercing headlights
again temper flares
hitting the brakes, avoiding a fight
Then eyes open wide
ambulance, police car, fire brigade
two cars in accident
Oh dear god, I hope it’s not too late
Silently I drive past
shamed for my impatience and not staying calm
please let all
arrive home safely tonight, safe and warm
© MD
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