A Sea of Red

A sea of red lights

cars stopped

sitting

the hours of rush

is all hurry up 

and wait

they race against each other 

only to be home alone 

or tucked away with their lovers

they spent all day

dreaming of their escape 

now they must wait

a brief pause

the reason

the cause

only too much

in the way

between 

them

and

what they long to see

[a rewriting of an older poem] 

 

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