Poem #415

we all sat at the stoplight
it stayed red
the gardener honked
one car went
and then another
it was illegal perhaps
but everyone did it
just as I got up
to make my decision
it turned green
and I avoided choices
and their self-image consequences
what a lucky save
continue to avoid reflection

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