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David Pring-Mill The Crosswalk-Sign

Have you ever noticed the crosswalk sign and its gentle switch from me to you? The man of electric light is your verb, is you walking; but the red hand is not your hand. You do not hold out your hand while waiting to cross: The hand is being held out at you. And so all day, the sign does that careful white-to-red blink of shifting perspective, uncertain of its identity, so certain of its timing— as if the chaotic world can be divvied up into moments of safety.

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Crack the Spine - Issue 145  

Literary Magazine

Crack the Spine - Issue 145  

Literary Magazine

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