False Start
P Patti Masterman
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While the sun shines in clouds or cloudless sky,
The street stays magnetic, two-poled
With the passing of the cars.
In our eyes gray reflections move,
Like false blinks, as each conveyance appears
Though we would never stare;
The cars are boring, without emotion.
They speed along to where we can never see,
They might all be going nowhere on a driverless track,
Merely circling round and round
To give life to this muted pavement town.
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