When at every noon and midnight
The past and the future stand
Staring across at one another
Waiting for the light to change
Before the two rivers of time
Rush forward penetrating one another
Between humming lines of clouds
Shaped like cars and trucks
Or at some empty intersection
Where they must pause helpless
Promising this time not to pass by
Pretending they don't recognize one another
But stop and speechlessly embrace
Right there in the middle of the street
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