nowhere to beA Poem by willweb
No, not a red light
I'm running late -
Oh no, caught looking
but she smiles back
I can't stop staring now,
my eyes follow her, satin hair blowing in the wind, she's looking in the rear view mirror
What are you blowing your horn at jerk?
I love traffic lights
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