City Speeds

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Night is no deterrent; they all flee

like mice from light, like a scurrying
of bees to nectar. Day is a repeated

revival of the hustled bustle, busy

is the business. Got to get there.

Got to get there now.

  
High sun equals hot fast traffic.

Then there is me, trundling along

assuming a vacation pace, heading

home slow, relaxation calm, sipping

the anger and raging of the road

like warm beer.

  

allets
08-11-15
1052a

  

 

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