Ahead of Us All

You are moving forward
very slowly
and wondering why.
And when eventually
you get to the cause
all that remains
are some cones
surrounding an area
that is empty
or that has a little debris
or a couple of deserted
smashed up cars.
And as you speed off
on your way,
you are relieved
you were not more involved.

Tristan Moss

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