The logo on the vehicle before me

Solemnly declares its owner’s wealth.

The stubborn course the wheels pursue,

Firmly steady in their designated lane,

Unwilling to accommodate the vehicles oncoming,

Where snowbanks and parked cars

Constrict the open passage,

Proclaims the driver’s privilege.

And my internal satisfaction,

Linking signs of wealth

With signs of boorishness,

Will not I be judged

As I have judged?

Forgive me, God,

As I forgive.