Streetlights have
a dull orange glow,
poor visibility has
the traffic moving slow.
Windscreen wipers
are starting to squeak,
leaving on the glass
one long streak.
Traffic light ahead
has turned red
while a pedestrian
has dropped her bread,
In too much of a hurry
to try and cross
now she’s shaking her head
at her loss.
There is nothing on the radio
worth listening to
just the same old voices
and points of view,
better off if I
switch it to mute
there’s already enough
to annoy me on this commute.

It is marvellous how you conjure beautiful verses though the most common of all situations.
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