Choices
Poetry in motion
The light turned red
The car in front of me stopped
As did I
A blackbird hopped from the curb
Onto the cross walk
And marched across in front of us
Hurrying to beat the light
Some things are meant to be seen
Some are so easily missed
Three lanes of traffic
An island and a right turn lane
Crossed in haste by a pedestrian bird
Lightening my working day
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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