I almost see him nod at me.
Blinking.
Unsure.
Silence.
Hush, hush. Hush, hush.
A strange aura around us.
Alien spaceships rocket to the ground.
Water drops.
Collide.
Explode.
And no one notices.
Hush, hush. Hush, hush.
In a shimmer he turns,
Yet not to go away.
But change,
Green.
Yellow.
Red.
Hush, hush. Hush, hush.
The bus curves clumsily around the corner.
Transparent ballerinas spring from the sidewalk.
Live, for a moment.
Only to
Splat.
To the pavement
Again.
Hush, hush. Hush, hush.
His pitch black and steely face.
Tells me he wants to be free.
To travel.
Roaming.
Drifting.
As I board the bus.
Hush, hush. Hush, hush.
I thank him for his help in guiding me.
Yet he waits alone.
On that lonely corner.
Where he has stood
Forever.
Wishing.
Longing.
Hush, hush. Hush, hush.
He assists each noisy beetle.
Crawling along in a toxic fume.
Honking.
Beeping.
Speeding.
Hush, hush. Hush, hush.
I feel pain in his soul.
Made of hard wires and cables.
But it has a spark.
He will never.
Let.
Go.
Hush, hush. Hush, hush.
And I cry for him.
Because he cannot.
All he has.
Are the raindrops
That trace paths
Down his side.
Hush, hush. Hush, hush.
And I wonder.
What is it really like,
To be a traffic light?
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