Expect delays.
Fines double in work zones.
The dust and orange barrels of summer
make me wait,
slow me down,
make me examine
the chocolate-purple dark in my heart.
Not black, not blaze orange.
I wanted to be rich and famous.
Oops.
A boy could do worse.
There is a honeysuckle bush
beside the bathroom window.
The paparazzi never lurk there.
There are no ex-wives
for the tabloids to interview.
My sense of outrage is proportionate.
So, there.
My spoon isn't silver
but my cup and kettle are sound.
Therefore, if we can expect delays
and the fines double in work zones,
we can be at peace
in the chocolate-purple dark.