Challenging Poetry

traffic jam

I lived within the beltway,
where traffic is such a constant mess
that we once missed an exit
and traveled an extra hour and a half
to go the five miles home.

when I was a child, I remember
watching the St Louis arch,
hovering over our car
for hours while horns
sounded and I ached
for the toilet. now, seeing
a picture of it makes me
uncomfortably look round.

once, while driving home
I spotted our other car
on an overpass
going another way.

Prompt ▼

Coincidence or synchronicity