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Eight feet, ten mph

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So I’m walking up the street
not far from down town
an area without much traffic
with ice on the ground
under a winter sun

And I come to a cross road
with a stop sign
and a car heading my way
a desperate design
like a new model bug or mini

I have my foot on the street
but pause
the car slows down
as nearer it draws
eight feet ten mph

There’s a lady at the wheel
hair dyed reddish tea
sun glasses lots of makeup
and she’s looking at me
and I’m looking at her

Wondering if she’ll stop
to let me go
But then I realize she’s
kinda sizing me up you know
And there is me shabby clothes

Grey hair knit hat
fake classy sunglasses
and the moment is gone
we return to the masses
the car glides up and stops

And I have to wait
till it goes on its way

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