Sunday, January 24, 2016

Traffic Lights



Red-rust truck rumbled to the red stoplight
smoking engine stalled, keys cranked
firing up the motor again
with a gray puff and
lonesome thunder.

The exhaust stuttered
and sang to me
a theme:

Edge of evening glow -
we can't verily know 
who will still lie 
next to us when
red lights relent,
turning spring 
once again
green.



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2 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

I like this a lot. Powerful and to the point

eric1313 said...

Cool. Just going off feelings. And trying to pull together everything I've learned.