Pedestrian CrossingA Poem by Jaci
I watched the rotation
there was no need to come back because every day it was the same except maybe for the shoes white sneaks loafers in brown the old stand-by black high heel and flip flops with painted toes I don't like flip flops but I do paint my toes Seven to nine traffic again evening rush faster than then red light green light stop and go not paying attention to the rotation crossing the walk back and forth morning and night I've had enough it's time to go. © 2011 Jaci |
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Added on October 26, 2011 Last Updated on October 26, 2011 |