Get up.
In my car.
Off to work.
Morning air.
Smells of relief.
Helping me.
Traffic.
Beeping and horns.
Causing headaches.
Past the junction.
Still driving.
Red lights all over.
Can't stop.
Try to drink my coffee.
Another horn goes.
Smack the wheel.
Try to calm down.
Smack it again.
Can't believe it.
Between upset and angry.
About to throw a fit.
Throw my hands.
To the steering wheel.
Back to calm.
Suddenly.
The traffic breaks.
I'm free.
So long.
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Monday, November 2, 2015
I See The Light
The light.
Calling.
Calling to me the Light
I can see it
It appears and then vanishes
Like a signal
What is the signal?
Come to me
Show me the light
Yes, I can see it
What?
Come back to the light.
There it is.
Flash. Again. Flash
Rotating.
Showing.
Signaling.
Looking for my sign
The break.
The light
One final time
Disappears
In time
To see light again.
Calling.
Calling to me the Light
I can see it
It appears and then vanishes
Like a signal
What is the signal?
Come to me
Show me the light
Yes, I can see it
What?
Come back to the light.
There it is.
Flash. Again. Flash
Rotating.
Showing.
Signaling.
Looking for my sign
The break.
The light
One final time
Disappears
In time
To see light again.
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