Driving to See Mom

“Have you had food this morning?” “Nothing yet,
unless the 8-cup pot of coffee counts.”
When you say “I can tell,” I am upset
a bit – “I must be hyper,” I announce.
But that is really query – did I pounce
on you or overcome your piece of mind?
“Not really,” you admit. Frustration mounts –
you know I left that heat and haste behind.

(Huitain)

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