Sitting at the stop light
Dreading
the long commute home
I look across the street
into the dark
window of the car facing me
bored
To pass the time, I imagine
the driver of the white horseless carriage
as an opponent to be crushed
Who will win the intersection face off
The light turns green
I inch ahead to prepare
for the left turn
My foe slowly passes
I look in to catch a glimpse
of the driver I knew would defeat me
(Their straight crossing outranking
my left turn)
Was it a headless driver
a ghost doomed
to suffer LA traffic
for eternity
No
I was defeated by technology
beaten by a driverless car
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