At the Stoplight – Sheila Pierson

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She waits for the light to turn green

She will have to make a choice

One foot rocks impatiently as the other holds the brake

She worries and anticipates the future, devours the present

The light turns green

She hears the crash, smells fuel and tastes blood

Only the past remains

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