Tonight, traffic lights
and I are in agreement.
The moment when contemplation begets action has not arrived,
so the traffic lights and I waffle in tandem, a steady exchange of
yes. no. yes. no.
We are safe. We are inconsequential.
We delight in the prolonging of the hypothetical.
And then the car,
and then the kiss.
and then the car is allowed to arrive and pass on,
to go on,
to happen and beget more happenings.