The commute begins. Cruising 65-70 miles-per-hour, I pass two exits. Then tail-lights appear. Stop-and-go traffic crawls. Pressure mounts.
Cruising speed across the bridge. Then a parkway, with more bumper-to-bumper traffic. Pressure reaches critical.
parking space
making it to the bathroom
in the nick of time
for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #87 (pubtended by De Jackson).
The pub is still open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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