Traffic

You sit in traffic. The sun rises.

You sit in traffic. The sun beats through the smog.

You sit in traffic. The setting sun bakes you in your car.

You sit in traffic. The moon wanly greets you.

You sit in traffic. You grow old.

You sit in traffic. You are the reason for the traffic.

You are traffic.

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