Lighted motion

The evening then had grown just
Into a night of busy traffic,
I was standing at the bridge
Watching how the city sped up , stepping on gas,
Lights flew by like little dots in motion
Weaving threads, fast
The cars plied, on the drive,
The wind came like pulling me away ,
From the bridge, thought I , would be floating away,
Taking the ethereal space,

The cars whizzed past, honking,
From the bridge it looked like a toy town,
All moving fast, a lighted volition.

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