The road is clogged with frozen hope
A red light blocks our path
Air touches us, ice-fingered
A bus is slewed across the hill
Sometimes, I want to explode
Stuck, like now,
In tightly-coiled anxiety
Impeded by others’ stubbornness
It is my life, not theirs
The road should be clear
No red light, no snow
No fear of what might be
I want to implode, in your arms
I want us to be wrapped in a ball
Like a long, slow swallow dive
Into a calm, emerald sea
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