Interrupted Poem

The moment I wait for the traffic to stop, the poetic thoughts arise electrifying... the verses are imprinted in the mind... I'm looking for paper! there isn't... I intend to repeat the words to fix, to retain ideas, the poem... Suddenly the cars stop... what do I do...? I cross the street, or I imagine..? .if I stop, I don't live, if I live, I don't do the verse... The legs move involuntary, so I cross the street... poetry follows along, and gets lost...! goodbye unpublished poem...!