A Sign for a Broken Road

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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
Teenagers’
And anarchists’ deco

The Change it is not clean.
Discouraged
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.