A Sign for a Broken Road



Happy when it appeared

I parked with glee.

Walking up the steps


But knowing the sign meant more

Than parking.

Rolling down the hill


To where the image there

Was me now

Bumping cross the change.


With tags and stickers


And anarchists’ deco


The Change it is not clean.


Trying to be brave


We all roll to our fate.

Good days

And those other days


We ride the broken road.

The sign

With tags it cheers us on.


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