Custruction Zone

Frustration builds upon my soul,
no one moving
we're at a dead stop

next to me
the lane moves slow
i mumble and curse under my breath

attempting to switch lanes
i nudge in a bit
gun it as soon as there's a chance.
slam on the breaks!
feew! almost had a fender bender.

moving now
at a steady pace
a speed of 7mph

a third of a mile up
there appears to be yellow lights...
"oh please no"
...a sign pointing to switch lanes

my hands clench the steering wheel
nails dig into the hard leather
"UGH!"

-construction zone ahead-
<-left lane only

I'm let back into the lane
and we all move slow
drive 3mph for 4 miles
only to see....
that no one is working!
its a Sunday!

--All Poems by Tia E
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