Crosswalks
I hear crosswalk signals in my dreams
their constant metered pace is comforting
the command to wait always a touch too brazen
they never change though
-the signals-
they give the same tired palm reading
I take the hint and wave to cars passing by
I can’t see anything but the sun
reflecting off their tinted windshields
Copyright © M. B. | Year Posted 2023
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