Halfway Between Harmony and Rome
My eye wandered for glimpses of passing ladies, my mind downright inattentive, my foot just a bit too heavy on the pedal till I rear-ended a HONK IF YOU LOVE JESUS. Not a hard blow, more like a slap in the face, but it was a Jesus decal. The rear fender Messiah stared at me with a slightly dented right cheek. Our two gasoline chariots needed a soft shoulder and we found one, and there aside the expressway halfway between the villages Harmony and Rome the aggrieved cleric-collared driver perused his violated rear fender and wounded Jesus as whizzing traffic hummed like a muted choir. And I thought of ...
