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Feb 2023
I imagine your foot
hovering over
the pedal.

Your toes
in their shoes,
ready for you
to just step
on it already.

And the green
light of our moment
sending you into
a forward frenzy.

You wink at me,
the apparent slowpoke
in our scenario,
as if you're winning
some imaginary race,

that only sends you
flying into the arms
of another red light,
and another one after that,
and a stop sign there,
sandwiched between
a cross guard and
a rolling ball that
sends you to a
rolling stop.

And as I catch
up to you,
as I always do,
I wonder if
that's how you
approach the
everyday lanes
of your life,
racings towards
never stopping  
to smell the sweet
      surprise of your
slow surroundings.
Written by
topacio  F/Los Angeles
(F/Los Angeles)   
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