By the Deserted Four-Way Intersection at Half-Past Eleven (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #05)

yellow

stepping on the gas to catch

the shifting signs but no;

meters before the

signal line so pause,

take a sec, it’s not

over yet. he will wait.

it’s his turn.

—–

red

push it out and out

we will end at the

start and cleanse

the barbiturates

clogging the sense;

firm grasp on the

steering wheel,

eyes shakey – yes,

but still functional

—–

green

it will be over now

but maybe

it will hurt less

when you’re moving

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