Car horns blare forth /
the frustration wound within. /
Sound steadies nothing.
Car horns blare forth /
the frustration wound within. /
Sound steadies nothing.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Tagged as frustration, haiku, horn, poem, poetry, rush hour, Thursday, traffic
Highway traffic churns: /
R-P-Ms, heat, wheel, anger. /
Asphalt is man’s hell.