moment to moment
roaring machines
there
bumper to bumper
no twist
no swerve
no U turn
i look
i watch
i listen
i can't control
irritating
friction
on my sight
while witnessing
the noislessness
of carbon monoxide
killers
cause traffic
in my air breathing
lungs
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