Street Fires

Hard and black
With painted marks telling our story
I drove across smolden, burnt ideas
Whites and yellows directed my path
And as I turned and twisted
I thought about the time you said
Left signal only
Then, I glanced around
And saw that it was okay
To dance in between lines
Make right turns
And tell you to stop directing the traffic of my life
You consented
And as I careened and wove
Through traffic signs and traffic lights
I realized that emotion is part and parcel of street plans
And in fact a way to put out
Simple street fires.

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