Onto Main Street I pulled, just ahead
of the green Toyota barreling my way.
Apologetically, I lengthened the distance between us.
He speeded up to shorten it,
grill glinting in my mirror.
Illustrating my poor road manners
through his own aggression.
Closer and closer
mile by mile he followed
his face only a dark shape.
My courtesy and unease growing with each block,
I slowed for pedestrians
stopped at the yellow.
A veritable model in road etiquette.
The driver behind now over a car length away.
Validated, I smiled into the rear view mirror.
It offered only a red Chevy.