Stop Light Trances
Traffic craze
Another day of robotic days
Cars passing like
Racing machines in a hurry
to make up time
One stop-light moment
I capture mere gazes of
eyes looking straight into
narrow busy streets
In deep thinking trances, perhaps
of love
of bills
of the stupid boss
of someone they lost...
a solitude moment here at the red light
of regrets, of deep reflection...
And here we'll meet again
A common place where we can breathe
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