Red
The stop signs
(two)
and traffic lights
(too many to count)
between his house and hers were
(considered by him to be)
impediments to the
far too few minutes and hours
that they spent together
each day
(or week or month)
but the same red
lights and signs
on his way home were like
magnets that could not keep him
(from having to leave)
but kept him closer
to her for brief
but wonderful
pauses
(in time)
—
copyright 2012 Steven Harz
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