Stalling At the Crosswalk
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stuck between smoke stack volumes
in alphabetical order
woven metal bodies
straight lines leaving little to the imagination
some big, some small
from exhausted paint rollers
leaving their mark
just outside of the jewelry store
crushed cigarette butts on the ground
falling between the cracks
of walkways reflecting diamond brooches
you can’t afford
designer dreams offered at half the price
where the sign in the windows reads
“anything you want”
and you do
scents drift between stone columns
fast food lines move slower
as fries fall to the bottom
to be found later
when the traffic light finally turns green
and you run out of gas
stalling at the crosswalk
of where you never wanted to be
11/1/19
For the: Anything you want Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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