Poem "Red Star"

every time I cross an intersection

every time I see a red honda civic

i have an instant of obsession with whether it's you in it

your code is still running in my mind

facial recognition software / crossing the lines

but that update's passed its time / you and me / we're obsolete

it’s better the sooner we come to terms

and accept the road as better for its curves

but what does that really mean?

was driving north / thru turnagain pass

and suddenly, overtaken tactlessly

cursed the insensitivity that some people have

maybe there's some irony in that

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closure / revised on stardate 060514