The blue car
with two college guys
attached itself to my bumper
unable to pass because of grandpa
in the next lane.

I tap-tap-tapped my brakes
because I don’t like
tailgaters.

Several times.

The driver roared back and forth,
grandpa and I forming
a wall,
grandpa unaware but I,
willing them to despair.

One climbed partially out of
the sun roof
torso only
screaming and gesturing at me
in my review mirror;
the driver swerved and revved.

As I picked up my cell phone
at the leisurely pace
to call in their license plate
I extended my hand out my window -
it was a lovely warm day! -
and launched a bird upward.