I love it. imo, it would be best without the last line.
Rainey,
Is someone having an out-of-body experience (I think they’ve come up with a name for this condition, just can’t remember the name)? Nice poem.
Loved the last line.
Oh, I’m still looking at Andersonville. You seem to have side stepped my first shot (better thank the snake that gave you that oil) but fell smack dab in the secondary trap door. An accident … perhaps. We’ll see…
I really have to stop doing this.
Oh, I can imagine it was an accident, san. I’m generally credited with being smarter than I really am. If there’s a trap door around there’s a good chance I will fall through it. The problem is my naiveté. I don’t see the trap doors any clearer than I see the evils that I am always assured are there. Perhaps if I was smarter…
Ja. Traffic. God’s way of pushing us to know who we are.
And then to change it if we don’t like what we see…
I agree I don’t like the last line; but I don’t know if that’s because I read anon’s post before reading the piece. Too late now.
Yep. Traffic. The Great Equalizer. The Humbler of all.
Lessons, you know. Always lessons. 
Okay, well the last line is what made this poem for me. The perfect last line, in my opinion. Reminds me of emphatically telling my kids: “When you learn to drive, you are never to drive like Mom drives, understand?” 
I loved this.
Yep. “Do as I say, not as I do.”
Thanks, Anita.
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Here’s to next season, October can’t come soon enough! 
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