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Read, Amber, green.

The lights don’t change like they used to.

21:09

The sequence is the same, but the message is clearer.

Cacophonies are blinding

To those who cannot see;

Traffic is moving

To the incapacitated.

Tinged with habit,

Hindered by the glare as Amber turned to red.

Then red to green.

And back again

9:21

The lights still don’t change like they used to.

-Ope Oduwole