Halt the car; red signal time; the traffic’s mind’s unclear;
Avenue, of memory ride; beyond crossing, appears near…
People rushing, people crushing; holding the ones, dear;
Peep through windshield; left and right; then mirror’s view, rear…
Yesterdays seem long ago but in orange-gleam they sheer;
Neon’s misty moonlight slashes, wheeling frozen steer,
Endless quest of victory for the one you would adhere
Whispers from the back seat alone in front you hear
Yet waiting for the green’s glimpse; the wait’s end is queer
Engines will fuel sorrow or tomorrow they’ll up-gear?
Avenue, of memory ride; now how pale do you appear -
Rush accelerator hard, forward leads another year…
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