While being crowed between
A 500-pound woman
Two dudes with beards
A drunken hick and
And a chick with a rack
I see me
They see me
They see them
I see them
I wonder if they are thinking
What is she?
So I stopped looking at other
People while stopped
Unless they’re honking
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I love looking at people at stoplights. I'm a 'people watcher' though. (God, I sound old!) Nice poem Missy. Sincerely, Mary