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Thursday, January 6, 2011

Traffic.

Traffic lights,
red,
yellow,
green.
An unceasing line
of white, white
light--
the hum of
a million and one
droning
cars.
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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 6, 2011 at 5:27 PM

    great writing, juice box. found thru my bro - dox.
    i like the 'hum of a million and one' poetic rhythm.
    matty

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  2. Human ParadoxJanuary 7, 2011 at 8:43 AM

    Cool. This has a certain Haiku quality.

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  3. The Square CornerJanuary 7, 2011 at 4:42 PM

    JB, your doing terrific work. I think 2011 is going an awesome 12 months.

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 9, 2011 at 1:23 PM

    This poem does have a nice bit of a haiku feeling to it. Nice to see you posting at Poets United.

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  5. Brother OllieJanuary 10, 2011 at 10:08 AM

    Cool beat poem.

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  6. Eileen T O'Neill .....January 11, 2011 at 5:20 PM

    Great poem. I did feel as though I was there, in traffic.....

    Best wishes, Eileen

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