Summer ushers construction –
pavement resurfaced,
new ground excavated,
interchanges manipulated.
Road rage compels me to race
to my next stop,
but a barrier of orange barrels and cones
confine me to this lane.  

I attempt to take control
(not New Circle Road, maybe Man O’ War?)
but no matter what route I try,
I find myself at the mercy
of those who alter the path
or drivers who stall and stutter ahead of me.
Constantly praying nothing hits me from behind
and that dodging potholes
saves me from a blowout.