all the roads are down
to one lane.
a line of orange cones
dot the horizon
as far as the eye
can see. there is no
other way to go.
a man in a green
fluorescent vest
lazily waves his flag.
everyone is late.
metal against metal.
blinkers on, space
begrudgingly
surrendered. too many
people. too many
cars. too many
going in the same
direction. the future
has arrived.
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