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Traffic Jam

Wishing to travel quickly,
we envy flight of slick cyclists
lane clean as a whistle,
smoothly moving on their uncluttered highway.
An ambulance siren’s heard.
Has to travel faster than
the early morning bus full,  
gazing sullenly at its blacked out windows.
We slow. It ignores red lights,
sways, vanishing out of sight
while we, relieved, slip back into the day.
Life's stakes are fearfully high,
one missed heartbeat a final sigh away.

10 Aug 17

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