Thursday, October 16, 2014

Wrong Turn

Wrong Turn

The intersection’s blocked, I see:
A car has made a turn,
But nothing's moving in that lane,
So I sit here and burn.

The Turner—no surprise—does not
Divert her steady gaze;
No eye contact is prudent in
An automotive maze.

Some horns announce to one and all
Displeasure’s presence here.
Some shaking fists, profanities
Inaudible but clear.

At last some movement! Costive cars,
Released, now move ahead,
And no one any longer hopes
The Turner will drop dead.

And all of us will soon, I know,
Arrive right where we hope—
With memories cleansed completely of
That thoughtless Turning Dope.

Mary said there would be no buss—
So I knew her love was bogus. 

Shakespeare Couplet:  Romeo and Juliet (20)

Then Capulet tells Tybalt to cool down—
He knows that Romeo’s admired in town. (1.5)

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