7 - Bus Stop

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I glance at my phone

for the third time in the past minute.


The screen is dim

even in the shade

of the overhang.

I can barely make out the numbers.

The bright sunlight.


11:28 pm.


13 minutes past our meeting time.


A sigh escapes my lips

again.


Cars fly past

as the signal light turns from

red to green.


The dull roar of traffic.

The vehicles trumpet and scream to each other.

The sound assails my ears.


The smell of gasoline and burning asphalt.

The ground shimmers with heat.

The smell assails my nose.


What a noisy hot day.

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