SONNET WRITTEN BY THE GUY WHO’S BEEN TAILGATING YOU FOR THE PAST TWENTY MINUTES

By: Zahra Stevick, Contributor

Your sluggish pace doth fill me with dark woe,

On US-20 - God hath shunn’d the scene.

Mine Dodge Charger, thine Kia Sorento,

Locked close in war, and none may come between.

O! That I couldst bring down on you in showers,

Great heaven’s fire, born here from righteous wrath.

Alas, not being blesséd with this power,

I must content to follow close your path.

And yet, my foolish mind doth wonder where,

If not this blighted road, we may have met.

Might we have loved? Your name, to be my prayer?

Conviction turns my heart from this regret.

Pick up your pace, I beg you, for my peace.

I shall not bend nor but for God’s will, cease.