Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Traffic

a secret conversation
out in public
as I waited for the light
a signal to go but
waited there
watching a man
motioning in the air
on his scooter
he carried on with
the vehicle to his right
but I didn't know
the language of his hands
and the green signaled
me through and turned
to pass another man
on his bike on the shoulder
with a guitar on his back
and he motioned too
repeatedly he did
bringing his arms high
to heaven
or somewhere else overhead
as he cycled down
the shoulder of the interstate
I turned to myself
and asked what the hell
was that
and pinched myself
to make sure I wasn't still
in the dream from last night
where I cut down
a towering century old fir
with a tiny saw
at my mom's house





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