Sunglasses in place.
Switch from NPR to jazz.
Twelve miles to home.
No, people, don’t stop.
There is no construction here —
Just an orange sign.
Go ahead, Jetta,
Weave over the yellow line.
I’ll keep my distance.
What is going on?
Turn signals are optional?
Thanks for the memo.
Sorry, SUV,
For driving the speed limit.
Get off my back, please.
Oh, now you’ll pass me
Even though there’s just one lane.
Hang up and drive, jerk.
Park in the driveway
And turn off the ignition.
Home, at last. Exhale.
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Okay, I would love this except that I’m about to start my commute, so I haven’t gotten to the “exhale” portion of the day just yet. However, I don’t have to drive, so while the bus has its own set of haiku-worth issues, I at least don’t have to worry about road rage. Not my own, anyway.
Love it! I feel this way every day on my drive home!
you are so good at those! I’ll just say thanks for my Metro!
Wow, that is so good! And I can totally relate - it’s like people get their licenses out of cereal boxes these days. I like getting to the ‘exhale’ bit every day - unfortunately we must also experience the rest of it first.
Heh. I normally respond to commuting-angst posts with “thank god I don’t drive,” but if it inspires poetry? Maybe I should try it!
I loved this! I am terrible at haikus but they are so pretty when really well done like this! Even if they were a stressful subject.
Wow, very impressive. Remember when Amalah had Haiku days?
Your commute sounds so calming. My commute Haiku would have a lot of CAPS and swear words. Especially since the pot holes are taking over the city!
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