Red Hand

by clippedtrust · 06/03/2026
Published 06/03/2026 18:05

The red hand, stark.

Digits counting. 07. 06.

A small pressure,

the clock's pulse.


Do I run,

or wait another minute?

The light, a steady beat

against the street's current.


Cars rush.

The hand blinks out.

Green. Then I step.

A small decision, nothing more.

#decision #mundane moments #traffic #urban life #waiting

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