Stop, Go Slow

Those were the streets I grew up on;
Madison, Wilson, Spring and Jackson.
There were seven blocks to meet you
and seven years for me to see
that when I heard yellow,
you meant to say green.

I stopped when I read
–at the red–
Descartes.
You told me, you showed me,
“that’s the colour
of our heartbeat.”

Those were the streets I gave up on;
Madison, Wilson, Spring and Jackson.
It took twenty-one seconds to love you
but twenty-one miles to dare
because we are streetlights
that signal out of fear.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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One Response to Stop, Go Slow

  1. adelegenevieve says:

    perfect

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