Altered patience caused
An ardent altercation as
The driver at the traffic lights
Unfortunately, in his haste
Had stalled his engine.
Spat hatred painted
Its colourful vocabulary
Across the carriageway
As held-up motorists insisted
On their droit de passage.
What if this slight delay
Had made them recollect
A time that they had done
The same as him, and caused
A temporary hiatus in the flow?
Perhaps they like the red
Should mitigate their angst,
Shine amber sun upon their ire
And soften to pastoral green
That irritating honk of horn.
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