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Sunday, April 19, 2020

waiting for the light to turn green


by horace p sternwall




the great void spins
and spins and spins and spins
who shall say where the void ends
and where it begins?

i had more than enough to drink
and before i had time to think
i accosted a stranger in the street
but he pushed me aside without missing a beat

the question of the void
is easy to avoid
if you really put your mind to it
you can get through it

that is what i wanted to say
but the stranger went on his way
with my words unappreciated
because they had never been stated

how many strangers have you pushed aside
as you wander through this world so wide
they might have given you food for thought
then again, maybe not

i am waiting for the light to turn green
it’s the loneliest light i have ever seen
the walls of the steeet close in
maybe i will go for a swim



1 comment:

bandit said...

Pull up to the line, leave or go, stop on a dime, it's likely pressure actuated.
I guess I'll define your message though sublime more the merrier if its not to tell or flat out stated.
virtue realigned, the truth or divine is wasting time if always to avoid someone getting agitated.