The Perils of Crossing the Street
Once there were rules on which we all agreed
Red meant stop; green meant go; as for yellow --
O.K., some thought it meant 'speed' ...
But now I'm not sure with what I see on the streets
Where on red they go ahead when no one's there
and on green, cars accelerate, go on a tear...
The screech of brakes to let an old-timer cross
turns my heart to tomato sauce
And the honking at pedestrians with smart phones
I shut my eyes and open them slowly
Are they yet walking? ~ or do they lie prone?...
O, for village life back in 1923
dirt roads with horses or donkeys
and the bank President's black Model T...
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