On Being Stuck in Traffic

You’re waiting now,
While I’m stuck here.
I’m not allowed
To drive any nearer.

I’m concerned with the longevity
And reasons for our lull.
I’ve no mode of connectivity
To tell you we are stalled.

Our battery is out of breath.
Windows all roll down,
But before us could be death,
And sorrows that compound.

Awaiting tragedy arrayed-
Saying a prayer for things I don’t know.
Our colorful caravan is stayed-
Pretty maids all in a row.

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