Driving peacefully in commute,
I was on the right,
She was on the left.
Her hands on the wheel,
Stuck frantically at 10 and 2,
White knuckles squeezing
Life from plastic. She is scared,
But I would not harm her.
She goes to a turn lane,
Still stiffly frozen in fear.
A new lady to my left,
She has the cell in one hand,
Having two fingers on the wheel.
The other hand has coffee,
Precariously over her lap.
She looks to a spot on the dash,
Forgetting she is in a machine.
I should praise Ms. 10 and 2,
But I would rather love Ms. Two Fingers.
And I look back down the road.
stillfugue 
#1 by j on December 21, 2010 - 12:10 pm
Love this. I hope I’m more like Ms. Two Fingers. 😉
#2 by Carl on December 21, 2010 - 2:57 pm
I hope you are too, but hope you are doing so safely! Thank you for your kind comments!
#3 by fillingahole on December 21, 2010 - 6:36 pm
ha! this is fun