Midnight traffic
I am fifteen walking in the early AM
The duck pond is miles from home
One day it will dry up and grass will grow
Headlights slow and hunting draw near
Window rolls down
"Do you need a lift?"
No
"I'm not trying to scare you."
I'm not scared
"I just want to help you
Get where you going"
I'm exactly where I need to be
Alone again... with the midnight traffic
All those miles and years
For poems no one cares for.
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