in the hood folks pass – City senryu / haiku

in the hood folks pass
you on your right; the only
way to get ahead
I guess it is a night for rather serious little poetic reflections as the first snow of the season descends on St. Louis and I work the reference desk for a snow-averse colleague. I actually composed this piece about a month or so ago almost as a sort of calming down exercise in response to being livid yet again at being passed on my right while behind a row of cars waiting for a stop sign and the offending car breezing on through it; sometimes it happens with red lights. No, not everyone passes on the right. No, I do not really understand the antinomian psychology of it all, other than to know that, truly, I too will just as surely break the traffic laws in different conditions, just not in such socially infuriating fashion.