cuts me off at the intersection, so
I'm close to him now, but he's stuck
between me and a belching big truck.
Bent on speed, he rides his brakes,
and I wonder if someone he knows
might be hurt and needs him now.

He makes a sharp left turn, and
as I go where I mean to go,
I wonder why he's driving
that black sedan hard. Frantic maybe
to say hello, I love you, goodbye ...