#140 (smiling traffic lights)

the crooked smile

of a stranger

two seats away

the smell of many

sweat and garlic breath

everything fades

when the flickering begins

I’m one seat between hundreds

and then I’m only one

my feet kissing wet pavement

all the laughter left

between red velvet

and  empty bowls

the sound of my footsteps

creating my own score

I could swear

the traffic lights

were smiling at me

4th May 2017

 

 

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