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
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