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At The Same Red Light

The world stops its orbit
sometimes for us to stop and see.
Even after countless yellows,
and months of Mondays,
maybe those in other cars as well
sometimes marvel at the wooden grain
of a particular telephone pole

next to the homeless lady
holding out a toughened, textured hand.
It is there for us to sometimes see.
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