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La Galeria de GymArt
By Jim Nasium
Stop Lights
i'm still here. . .
running into stop lights
which refuse to move
i inch closer, slowly
hoping to trip the laser
because I've waited
through tulips, firecrackers
rotted leaves and snow
a quick glance
into the rear-view mirror
has me searching for the first gray hair
surprisingly, there's none
the sun's timing flashes
periodically
within my view
realizing sunset's long shadows
offer a chance to escape
since the laser only works in the gleaming night
boldly, the unseen beam
pierces
through the red and yellow seasons
reflecting the green mist
on my window
the gas pedal answers with a speedy jerk
not wishing to miss
freedom's blink
soft`rain
May 14, 1998
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