I see you
shifting
between lanes
cutting off
the soccer mom
carrying her tiny crew
in a blue Trailblazer
waving your middle finger
at the silver-haired senior
calmly cruising
in his classic Cadillac
swerving left
shifting right
weaving
in and out
in and out
in
and out
forcing yourself
inches
then feet
ahead
of others

yet
here
we are
at the crossroads
side by side
both waiting
(im)patiently
for our signals
to turn
green