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.