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
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