Poetry / “Red”




The stop signs


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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