The Stop Light
I stand at an intersection
A flashing light above my head
Red
Yellow
Green
Over and over again
Never ending
Watching the empty roads
Animals run by
Never noticing its endless work
Weeds and dust blow by in the breeze
Floating away without stopping
Am I the only one to stop?
To look?
To notice?
I watch
I have to feel admiration
This machine left alone
Nowhere
Minutes, hours, days, years
Working, waiting for someone to take notice
But, does it even want to be seen?
Does it care?
Or is it happy in the middle of its own world?
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