Poetry (Day 105): Forever

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   Forever

Machinery, like dinosaurs,
lined up on the side
of the highway,
locked away behind
hi-vis fences.

The grumble of engines.
The smell of hot bitumen.

A long line of
after school traffic
stretches away
from the temporary
traffic lights.

The kids
grow restless in the back
and the lights
stay red forever.

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