March 16, 2017
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The excursion begins and
autopilot takes the wheel. Your melodies are the
only ones to attend you. One handed
while the other is occupied with the anthem.
The breeze rushing through your hair and
your worries fade to insignificant.
The feeling of being able to obtain
everything you have ever wanted.
Congestion is no issue because few are
conscious at dusk.
From a distance the grassy light turns flaxen.
Approaching the chalky stripe, not coming to a halt.
Abruptly, the traffic light turns ruby and you
quickly accelerate ahead .
Glancing in the rear view,
the unwelcome cobalt and scarlet are the only sight.
A knock on your window,
  “License and registration, please”

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