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[mislead_insight]

Calendar Traffic

--the cars pass
--the people pass
--the moments pass
--the years pass

I pass
through the moments
in people-filled cars.

The seasons,
they're chasing me down,
but I always stay one step ahead.

Faces arrive,
and others must leave
to be passed
by separate Springs.

Some Summer faces I met
in the Fall
and some Spring ones
hitched on in the Winter.

The fear of the loss
of such sparkling eyes
slows the passing of time
just enough to enjoy
(and to dread and regret)
following hope from ahead.