Intersection

 

Why play traffic cop
at an empty intersection?
No one needs your help,
and you're standing in the rain,
looking out
where people have already been and gone,
for what may never even
come your way.

Maybe it's time
to reconsider how
you employ yourself,
make that U turn inward,
past your own
stop signs,
red lights
caution zones,
and find out,
maybe,
what really
turns your lights
green.

September 24, 2001

 


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