No Stopping Us
We are blind to
the big red sign.
Some slow down
to a crawl.
Some don't cut
speed at all,
just glance both
ways and keep going.
Be alert. Two ways
or four ways, we're
all coming through.
This poem was inspired by a Wednesday prompt on Robert Lee Brewer's Poetic Asides blog. The prompt was "alert."
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