Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Sitting In Traffic

The intersection is square. The lights blink green, yellow, red. Stop, don’t go. Wait. Be patient. Let the rise and fall of your chest rest into rhythm. Wrap your fingers around the wheel, but be still. Listen. Hear the hum of rolling down the window. Breeze. Arizona heat. City desert. Just me. 

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