traffic
in the rain is
barely moving,
inching
forward.
the soft sparkle of tail
lights,
the street lamps.
the dashboard
aglow
with amber numbers.
I breathe
and open the window
just so.
a song
comes on,
something I know the words
to from
so long ago.
mister lightfoot
and his guitar.
I begin to sing.
I know this song
by heart.
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