Lofty fingers

It's not surprising to
yield, but angering the
extra car takes guts and
fight - nerves tangle as
children embarrass parents
with patience, staring
at nothing but steel,
plastic, rubber, it
gives way to concrete?

Now we part ways,
but remember this day,
this place, we tangled
over a cloud, a blue -
sky that says freedom -
but chains never loosen
from steering wheels
gripped with fear.

To know the way is
easier than to give
away.
Please allow this
door to open to another
lane, she, he said as
to the Samaritan,
lying by the road,
torn with anger.

He and she know
unbridled pain in
the stare down over
choosing a radio -
station, speaker,
Then I knew
all about them,
the car that did such
and such before I
trafficked in insanity.

© 2013 Larry Ingram