suspended mid-intersection
waiting for your turn (a grey dusty morning)
encapsulated in your colorless car
flashing hues from passing cars behind
illuminate your profile
--like a runway model on changing background--
your face (disregarding the gay colors) remains
unperturbable;
unexcitable;
uninteresting.
Friday, October 12, 2007
My Morning Commute
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