Ped Xing

by Sankage Steno

The light said go
when you had asked
me to stop. In between
the green luminance
of pure, icy emerald
and the red luster
in your eyes a choice
has been made
liminal as the state
of my circumstance.
I looked at you
with the eyes of a
commuter running
late for work cut
suddenly by a
panhandler; no
flashbacks nor any
regret, just a fleeting
acceptance of fate
and privilege.
Without a word
around I turned
and sauntered
to follow the light
across the street.