Saturday 1 March 2014

Don't Walk

At the corner, in the rain 
DON'T WALK 
Glares across the road 
I think it meets my gaze
DON'T WALK
What does it want me to do, then?
Stand? Sit? Sleep?

Run?

I have manners
And I am obedient
And this is Seattle
And there is rain, and no cars 
And 
DON'T WALK
And
DON'T WALK
And the people on the corner, there
With me
People with places to be
And hands to hold
And jobs to do
DON'T WALK
They have things to run to
And from
But they
DON'T WALK
(or run?) 
And we don't make eye contact with each other
Just
DON'T WALK


Until she steps off the curb
She who doesn't have any of the usual looks
Who is not "grimly determined"
Who is not "flippant"
Who isn't a rebel
Who simply doesn't wait
For

DON'T WALK

To flicker
And turn
To

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