POEM: Progress

Published 25 January 2025 by Jason Crane

Progress

There’s a long line for the traffic light
outside the grocery store.
We’re all stuck in our little boxes,
mostly in ones and twos,
on a strip of asphalt and concrete
where there used to be trees.
Two vultures glide
through the intersection,
then soar off.
The line creeps forward.
The light turns red again.