I slow down

I slow down

brake reluctantly

maintain my dignity

one eye on the road

another

on happy people

on smiling billboards

hoping

at least one of them

would sell me

what I actually need

a reason

to read poetry

during work hours

and wonder

out loud

with my colleagues

why the world

is a safer place

because the

great romantics

keeled over

and died

the world rid

of garbage

that smells of weed

on humid nights

at a beach shack.

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