Drive Thru Nerve

Aggressive driver at the bank drive thru;
yours truly unnerved by loud horn,
a waving hand to further nettle.
Anxiety now (I must say this is
like a pain in your heart…)
friends will be friends,
I tell myself (as this the only
pithy platitude that comes
to mind), to foster calm
within my heart—yet in
truth, I feel the agony
of nerves
rubbed raw
by course sandpaper.
I am out with stare, as mad
abides; thus on an envelope
I write the license number
of his BMW.
No further honking do I hear,
no face I see through tinted
glass, yet neither do I see
rainbow colours through
eyes made red by ire.
I sit back, breathe deep
and let the anger fade,
then tell myself, once
again, that aggression
solves nothing.


28 Lines
Writer’s Cramp Winner
6-4-20

Requirements:
—pain in your heart
—friends will be friends
—rainbow colours
—aggression solves nothing