Thoughts & Poetry

05 of 30: Traffic Lights

Stop
As the red light flashed

I put down all photographs
In a stash


Yield

When the yellow light comes on
I looked around and 
Tried to accept the fact that you’re gone


Go

Soon as the green light appears
I’ll try to get along
I’ll cry my last tears


A corporate tough cookie with the soul of a gypsy. Professional bathroom singer. Teacher. Poet. A light-eyed dreamer who nitpicks for a living as she waits for redamancy.

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