Drive-By Civilization

Beacons to stop

By Terry RoePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Waranont (Joe) on Unsplash

Blue light, green light, red

Bright streaks as we drive by fast

Costliness wasted.

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Terry Roe

Some people paint, others dance, and happy people sing. Writing is the white space that allows me to color some moods, move some thoughts, and hum some tunes.

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Beacons to stop

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