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On Being Serious

The traffic grid operates smoothly and seriously

Forwards and back, in rows and columns

Directions painted in asphalt, and hung from poles

The road's instructions are obeyed unflinchingly

All these drivers are too serious to do otherwise

As they rush off to their serious lives

 

The doctors are serious

The lawyers are serious

The cleaners are serious

The gardeners are serious

It seems everyone is serious but me

In the park, reading Kerouac against a tree.

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