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She told me she was an orange traffic light
She told me she was an orange traffic light
Late at night
when the moon hangs simple and smooth
cars speed up to catch her
As the sea breeze climbs into the harbour
her golden locks unravel a moody halo
Sunday afternoons
with their silk scarves and sunglasses
racecars and the tinkle of jazz
upstage her
A boom moving to her heartbeat
reveals an empty parking lot
filled with the mundane choices people make
Her breath lasts only as long as she speaks
Her quiet indecision
does not bother me
only inspires a slight pause down here
on the bustling ravenous sidewalk
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