Traffic Jam
The expanding stripe of cars stretches
Noxious fumes drawn inside by pink flesh
From this sight, looks as though the trees lost the battle
Heart still pumps energy to skeletal limbs moving
To unheard music
Grace filters through, highlighting the gift of discernment
I let the music enter me, and I enter the music
Which is greater, love of warmth on bare branches
Or sadness from the absence of rustling leaves?
The horizon swallows the line an inch at a time
Caught up in the moment, carried by the voices of women present
And those gone
Realization comes
The dimmer switch is stuck on glow
I disrobe and sprint past the long streak of cars
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